Since I was born on a universal new year, I always felt that God destined me for a purpose far bigger and greater than myself. People often tell me how lucky I am to be born on auspicious day. On the contrary, I feel the opposite. My birthday reminds me how small, insignificant I am relative to the macrocosm of this world. Although new year is a festive and loud occasion, I dedicate it to personal and quiet time with my creator. A time when I rebirth like a phoenix rising from the ashes; like the firework that shoots up into the sky, before I return to dust.
immersing in nature
mindful meditation
emphathising with others,
who may be suffering more than me
makes me conscious about smallness
realise how irrelevant my day-to-day,
petty concerns are
Tracy's Thoughts 