I wish everyone would wish me a happy birthday. So far, I haven’t received any birthday wishes today.

Today, as I celebrate my birthday, a tinge of sadness lingers within me, for the day has passed without any birthday wishes gracing my presence.

The absence of cheerful messages and heartfelt greetings leaves a void, a longing to be remembered and cherished by those dear to me.

Yet, amidst this moment of solitude, I hold onto the hope that perhaps the wishes are yet to arrive, delayed by the busy currents of life.

Regardless, I remind myself that the true essence of a birthday lies not in the number of well-wishes received, but in the love and joy that permeate each passing moment.

Today may not have been filled with birthday greetings, but I embrace the opportunity to appreciate the beauty of solitude, to reflect upon the blessings that have adorned my journey thus far.

And in this quiet space, I hold onto the belief that the universe will bestow its wishes upon me in its own divine timing.