So my birthday is comming up again. I ll be 47 years in this life. My birthday used to be a very important part of my life. I invited people over to hang out, eat, play, talk.. just be together.. 

It changed in the last years. Something this year in me is rebelling: It really wants a proper birthday, with people comming over and spending time together, celebrating not just my birthday, but life in general. That prescious thing floating inside of us, that keeping up with hurts so much sometimes, but it floats anyway, prescious and strong, glittering and never giving up, untill the end. Which might come unexpected, which might come any minute. 

So lets celebrate life. Everyday a little. Also on our birthdays. 

Also on my birthday. However, whatever.