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  • As the title truly was my birthday yesterday...

    'How is today any special from yesterday or the days that will be coming?! ', was the thought pondering in my head, as I began my day and logged onto facebook, seeing 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' wishes coming through.

    Surely I was surprised, as most people I have just met once or probably never, knew it was my birthday and wished me...obviously 'thanks' to facebook and their data collection devices!

    HAPPY...OF be remembered is quite an amazing yes that did make me smile :)

    BUT at the same time...I did get a bit WORRIED...and a series of questions rushed out into my head and stopped me from responding to each and every wall posts...and see how I feel about these wishes...rather than reacting/replying to them in seconds.

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY?! 'Be happy that YOU are born today', Is that what 'Happy Birthday' really means?!

    In todays time and age with sorrow, pain, hurt, brutal killings, racism, natural disasters and endless list of dark events and actions surrounding us today, bombarded with sensationalised news by insensitive media and extremely graphic videos of death and horror... 'How can I truly be happy to be born and see all these horrible incidents?!'

    I dont know...I dont understand...

    All these people who are wishing me...
    Do they ACTUALLY remember my birth date ? or did the fb prompt them and they felt obliged to wish me?
    Do they really care or are even remotely interested how my day/life was at all?
    Does messaging me today, means I will HAVE to wish them back on their birthdays too?!
    Do I have to be extra nice to all these people now because they remembered me for a micro second today?
    What is it that I can do for them, in return for their kindness of wishing me today ?

    ...obviously from my HEART's HAPPINESS, I get taken over by my STRONG well trained hyper BRAIN pretty quickly !! So instead of 'enjoying the moment', I start questioning it, worrying about the 'whys', 'hows' and 'whens'...and thats when it hits a spark that shines my eyes, tears roll down my cheeks..a strange calmness hugs my soul...and stillness whispers as I hear my heart speak slowly and softly...

    Dont REACT. DONT even ACT. Just BE.

    Dont ASK. Dont FOLLOW. Just BE FREE.

    In that moment, I began to enjoy the celebrations of BIRTH...not only of my own soul, but of the whole humanity. Looking around at all the blessings that surround me, even in these dark of times, with the world falling apart...there are many like myself who are coming to life with faith and hope for creating a happier world.

    Within seconds ALL MY QUESTIONS FADED...into nothingness...all my anger, hate,sadness...judgement towards people and their religions vanished...silence...complete silence took over me...'Happy Birthday'...truly became HAPPY for me as my thoughts quietened.

    Wishes from old and new friends, acquaintances or even strangers,became much more than just a few felt like connections across oceans...a network of feelings...

    I felt immense gratitude to all for thinking of me and wishing me, even with billions of miles in between. I saw nothing but their kindness and care...and LOVE just took over a shower of rain that wet my body, cleansing it free from the threads of society I had tied around me for years.

    I learnt yesterday that if we nurture happiness without questioning our thoughts, we can be in a place where God resides...and where God lives worries cant enter...questions dont remain unanswered...because there is nothing to ask...nothing to know...nothing to all just becomes God and GOD IS LOVE.

    Happy Birthday Humna !

    YOU are ALIVE...and so you will always be. You are LOVE and may that all be.
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