Wednesday
Favoured Frenzy
There is something strangely intimate about time…
It moves whether we celebrate it or not.
It changes us whether we notice it or not.
And sometimes… it pauses for a moment… just long enough for us to realise who is still standing beside us.
This year, my birthday chose a Wednesday.
Not planned. Not expected.
Just one of those quiet alignments the universe makes without asking for permission.
And somehow… it felt fitting.
The day did not arrive with noise or extravagance.
It arrived softly… like turning a page in a book you are not ready to finish…
Yet curious enough to continue reading.
And within that page…
There were all of you.
To the ones who stayed awake just to wish me…
You gave up your rest to become a small moment of happiness in my day.
That is not something time forgets easily…
And neither do I.
To the ones who sent long messages, short wishes, random jokes, voice notes, or even a single thoughtful word…
You may never realise how powerful simple kindness can be.
Sometimes a few words can reach places inside someone that silence has been guarding for years.
To the ones who remembered quietly…
Who thought of me without announcing it loudly…
There is something sacred about silent care.
It asks for nothing… yet gives everything.
And then…
There is something I rarely say out loud.
Thank you…
Not just for celebrating me today…
But for staying with me on days when I am difficult to understand.
Thank you for tolerating me.
For tolerating my overthinking…
The way my mind holds onto tiny details…
Replays moments…
Searches for meanings that sometimes don’t exist…
And builds entire emotional worlds from a single passing thought.
For tolerating my chaos…
The invisible storms I sometimes carry inside…
Storms that arrive without warning…
Storms that confuse even me while I’m standing in them.
For tolerating my overreactions…
I know I sometimes feel things too deeply…
Like my heart refuses to experience emotions halfway…
Like I turn small waves into tidal currents I struggle to swim through.
I am aware…
I am not always easy to stay beside.
Yet…
You stayed anyway.
You listened when my words were tangled.
You understood when my silence spoke louder than explanations.
You cared… even when I struggled to show that I needed it.
That kind of patience is not ordinary.
That kind of acceptance is rare…
And quietly life-changing.
I am someone who stores emotions carefully…
Not loudly expressed…
Not dramatically displayed…
But deeply preserved.
Every wish you sent…
Every effort you made…
Every moment you thought of me…
I hold them gently…
Like fragile pressed flowers hidden between pages of memories…
Where they remain untouched by time… yet never forgotten.
Birthdays are often described as celebrations of growing older…
But to me… they feel like mirrors.
They show me how far time has taken me…
But more importantly…
They show me who chose to walk beside me while I travelled through it.
Who stayed during the versions of me that were strong…
And the versions of me that quietly broke and rebuilt themselves again.
I have always found comfort in solitude…
In dim lights…
In shadows that feel honest…
In silence that does not demand explanations.
But today…
Because of all of you…
Even my solitude felt accompanied.
Even my shadows felt gentle.
Even my silence felt warm.
And that… is a kind of peace I cannot easily describe.
There is something deeply comforting about knowing that despite my overthinking…
My emotional storms…
My occasional chaos…
There are still people who choose to stay.
Not because I am perfect…
But because they accept that I am beautifully imperfect.
So today…
I am not just grateful for the birthday wishes.
I am grateful for your patience.
For your understanding.
For your presence.
For your quiet loyalty.
For seeing me… even when I try to hide behind calm smiles and comfortable silence.
Thank you…
For being gentle with a heart that feels deeply.
For being patient with a mind that wanders endlessly.
For being kind to a soul that sometimes forgets how deserving it is of kindness.
Thank you for being part of my story…
And for letting me exist, softly and sincerely, in yours.
With a heart that feels more than it speaks…
With shadows that feel softer today…
And with a rare smile that carries real gratitude…
~ Wednesday
It moves whether we celebrate it or not.
It changes us whether we notice it or not.
And sometimes… it pauses for a moment… just long enough for us to realise who is still standing beside us.
This year, my birthday chose a Wednesday.
Not planned. Not expected.
Just one of those quiet alignments the universe makes without asking for permission.
And somehow… it felt fitting.
The day did not arrive with noise or extravagance.
It arrived softly… like turning a page in a book you are not ready to finish…
Yet curious enough to continue reading.
And within that page…
There were all of you.
To the ones who stayed awake just to wish me…
You gave up your rest to become a small moment of happiness in my day.
That is not something time forgets easily…
And neither do I.
To the ones who sent long messages, short wishes, random jokes, voice notes, or even a single thoughtful word…
You may never realise how powerful simple kindness can be.
Sometimes a few words can reach places inside someone that silence has been guarding for years.
To the ones who remembered quietly…
Who thought of me without announcing it loudly…
There is something sacred about silent care.
It asks for nothing… yet gives everything.
And then…
There is something I rarely say out loud.
Thank you…
Not just for celebrating me today…
But for staying with me on days when I am difficult to understand.
Thank you for tolerating me.
For tolerating my overthinking…
The way my mind holds onto tiny details…
Replays moments…
Searches for meanings that sometimes don’t exist…
And builds entire emotional worlds from a single passing thought.
For tolerating my chaos…
The invisible storms I sometimes carry inside…
Storms that arrive without warning…
Storms that confuse even me while I’m standing in them.
For tolerating my overreactions…
I know I sometimes feel things too deeply…
Like my heart refuses to experience emotions halfway…
Like I turn small waves into tidal currents I struggle to swim through.
I am aware…
I am not always easy to stay beside.
Yet…
You stayed anyway.
You listened when my words were tangled.
You understood when my silence spoke louder than explanations.
You cared… even when I struggled to show that I needed it.
That kind of patience is not ordinary.
That kind of acceptance is rare…
And quietly life-changing.
I am someone who stores emotions carefully…
Not loudly expressed…
Not dramatically displayed…
But deeply preserved.
Every wish you sent…
Every effort you made…
Every moment you thought of me…
I hold them gently…
Like fragile pressed flowers hidden between pages of memories…
Where they remain untouched by time… yet never forgotten.
Birthdays are often described as celebrations of growing older…
But to me… they feel like mirrors.
They show me how far time has taken me…
But more importantly…
They show me who chose to walk beside me while I travelled through it.
Who stayed during the versions of me that were strong…
And the versions of me that quietly broke and rebuilt themselves again.
I have always found comfort in solitude…
In dim lights…
In shadows that feel honest…
In silence that does not demand explanations.
But today…
Because of all of you…
Even my solitude felt accompanied.
Even my shadows felt gentle.
Even my silence felt warm.
And that… is a kind of peace I cannot easily describe.
There is something deeply comforting about knowing that despite my overthinking…
My emotional storms…
My occasional chaos…
There are still people who choose to stay.
Not because I am perfect…
But because they accept that I am beautifully imperfect.
So today…
I am not just grateful for the birthday wishes.
I am grateful for your patience.
For your understanding.
For your presence.
For your quiet loyalty.
For seeing me… even when I try to hide behind calm smiles and comfortable silence.
Thank you…
For being gentle with a heart that feels deeply.
For being patient with a mind that wanders endlessly.
For being kind to a soul that sometimes forgets how deserving it is of kindness.
Thank you for being part of my story…
And for letting me exist, softly and sincerely, in yours.
With a heart that feels more than it speaks…
With shadows that feel softer today…
And with a rare smile that carries real gratitude…
~ Wednesday
Enku oru cake piece Venum
