Wow. thank you EVERYONE for so many happy-birthday messages.
Just want you to know that it hits home. It touches me very deeply.
I'm kind of stunned right now thinking about this whole internet thing. How, way long ago this 2 year old kid first picked up a pencil and scribbled some circles on the back of a piece of discarded assignment-paper my dad brought home from the school where he worked as a teacher. How over those awkward adolescent years when at times I hated my talent for drawing because I thought that was the only thing of value people saw in me and I didn't think it was valuable at all. But for some reason I could never quit. Through my college years when I finally grabbed hold of a dream, to be a professional artist. The frustration of seeing how far I had to go in skill and experience. And on then till today.
Life's still a struggle. I still always wish I were better at my art. Wish things were more stable and sustaining. Wish I had more time. But I figure we're all in that together right? Life wouldn't be interesting without the struggle and through that struggle I've been able to connect to so many amazing people across the wide expanse of this earth. To give something to others, to be influenced by them in return. To think that people in the Philippines or the Netherlands or Italy would know me or care enough to wish me "Happy Birthday"?! That's something that the two year old me could never have fathomed. That's something that I feel compelled to return in some way or fashion.