Today is memorial day in Israel and a big phony cry comes out of all the people who need to be seen and heard. The same thing happens every birthday when you are suddenly in a vortex of strange bearings. I recently adopted the cusom of giving small gifts at my birthday (hobbit wise) . It is not a suggestion just something I wanted to do and did. I feel and it is my belief that you should celebrate your birth every day by living. Don’t tell the girl that you love just once a year on your wedding day. This is not a training note. Just me, Not just staying alive. (And to H, It touched me that you remembered, you are a proof to me that humanity deserves to live)
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