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Gift of a day

There are days that call for celebration, and there are days that call for grief. While we have newborns every day, there are those that pass on every day as well. At the end of the day, we need to be reminded that we are placed in this world and we are given this life, to live. Regardless of how short or long our stay here may be.

I have learnt that as you get older, birthdays are no longer about presents and wishing you get to eat a delicious cake, but it's about realizing the gift of a day. It is about waking up and realizing how blessed it is to be alive and well. And to be able to see the morning Sun, and the faces of the very people you are living your life for.

And for that, I am thankful.

Cherish your loved ones, never intentionally hurt them, and always tell them how much you appreciate them, be it through actions or words. Because having to live one more day, is a gift.
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