Past a certain age, birthdays become less about turning older and more about celebrating the presence of the people you have standing steadfastly in your life. At least, that is how I look at it.
With this as the second birthday I got to celebrate since moving to New York City and with the day falling fortuitously on a Friday, I wanted to take the entire weekend to spend time with and appreciate those who’ve made such a positive impact on me in this city. From arriving here alone to picking up unexpected friendships along the way and even renewing the bonds I left behind on the other side of the country, I look back at this past year still full of amazement at how much I’ve grown all because of the people I have met and can call my friends.
I don’t think they even realize this, but they’re the ones who taught me how to see through empty words and to finally recognize that promises are just letters of the alphabet strewn together if not followed up by action. They’ve shown me that true friendship, true love is a two-way street that involves making effort, equal taking and giving, loyalty and reassurance in sickness and in health, in distance and in intimacy. These are the people who make me better, to look past the materialistic. They’re the ones who seize my imagination, who urge me to chase the wild, to create what has yet to be created. They’re the ones who get me out of bed each morning, who fill my weekends with inspiration, who leave me dreaming of endless possibilities. When I’m spinning in black space, they’re the ones who create explosions with constellations to shine my way back to the light. They’re the ones who remind me that no closure can still be a kind of closure, who urge me to believe in better things, to believe in my journey. And for them, I am eternally grateful. Here’s to another birthday: another year older, another year wiser, another year appreciating.
Photos: Reggy Vil