Surround yourself with love,
from whenever and wherever you find it.
Feast on a cake, light as a cloud.
Suck the frosting off of 36 candles
and wind your new watch.
Sometimes I feel sorry for myself.
Sometimes I feel sad.
Then I just stop doing those things.
Because why? How?
In what realm does self pity have any space to
take up in my life?
I am the luckiest man alive.
And I got the friends, family and cake to prove it.
Believe that.
