Birthday morning. Birds singing - calling in the rain. i'm sitting with my morning coffee, looking at this beautiful world.
This is the world i was born to. Has it changed so much? Have i changed so much? Have we all changed so much?
And still - this is my world; our world; and i love it so much.
My life, like everybody's life, have brought many experiences.
A rainbow of existence. Many colours, feelings, thoughts, adventures.
i'm grateful for them all. Each and one of them had a gift; sometimes obvious, other times in disguise.
Getting old is such a privilege !
The canvas of my life has many more colours. Some lines are beautifully shaped; others are crooked and broken.
Some colours are glowing; others are faded.
And yet i can see more of the picture and appreciate it in my veins. i feel the blessing of each stroke of brush.
Growing old is such a blessing !
From the vintage point of the conductor's podium i look at the orchestra of my life.
Each instrument had a role. Some play better than others, but with practice they keep improving. And the music - dissonant at times and yet this is the symphony of MY life, and i'm ever so grateful for it.
Becoming old is such an adventure !
Many people in many countries crossed my path, participated in my journey and enriched my life.
i feel grateful for the roles they had in the theatre of my life.
I AM GRATEFUL AND BLESSED TO BE ALIVE !