birthday in the middle of covid-19

Hi, steemit friends

Six years ago I asked a clown performer to hold a piece of paper that said happy birthday to you. I feel that he is suitable for me. That year I felt funny and Vacation will always be a clown, an entertainer for you. But the year 2021 is taking my red nose. The combination of the pandemic and traumatic injuries changed me. I don't feel funny anymore, it makes you sad a lot. I desperately tried to return your laughter, struggling to find the old me. It was not easy.

I read the writings of a friend who was once separated from his child while playing on the beach. The child got lost but luckily was found. But the experience of almost losing it makes friends feel sad, even now, even when dozens of years have passed and the child is already a teenager. The kind of taste I had. I almost lost you once and even now I still can't forgive myself.

A few nights ago, I chatted with a friend who had just made a big decision. He decided to separate from his wife at a very young age of their marriage. If it's a school, maybe it's just PAUD. In the past, a friend once told me how she helped her mother's divorce with a show. Do you know how old his mother was? 65 years. It's already twilight. But he wanted his mother to be free from suffering too late.

From these conversations I learned one thing. The real purpose of life is (not too) complicated. We just hope to wake up one morning and feel happier than the day before.

Do you remember, one day we walked in the morning and I pointed at a tree. "That's the happiest creature," I said. Why? you asked. "Trees and plants can turn sunlight into food. They don't have to shop at the market." You laugh. That's right, you say. But I don't want to be a tree. I want to be able to accompany you to the market every day, and hold your hand when it's cold.

Happy Birthday. Love you. Always.