7 is supposed to be a lucky number, isn't it? She's been around for a little more than 7 years, but let's not embarrass ourselves with details. 7 is young, 7 is just the beginning. You already know how important she is to me so I'm not going to repeat it there. Asma is 7 years old and to have been alive and well for so long is already a miracle in itself. I thought I wouldn't have been able to get there, I am still battling that poisonous thought from time to time, the one that cripples me and prevents me from going further. Funny how life changed in such little time. 7 years is nothing, it went like a snap of a finger and yet I conquered so many things in so little time. 7 is the beginning. The fresh start. This year I am acknowledging my vision, I am giving myself the credit of my hard work. At least I am trying. This year isn't a turning point but it's a good time to look back and see all the ladders I have already climbed.
The road is a long one, and I should trust my skills a lot more than I do now. I will always learn and always improve. 7 seems so long when you think of it. So many years of suffering, so many of victories, so many of acknowledgment. 7 years is BIG. When you think of it, of how it started, 7 years felt impossible and yet here they are. 7 years feels like growing up or maturing. It all comes down to what you truly are at heart and what you truly want. Being blindfolded and kept in the dark for so long was not enough to stop me from claiming it: I am an artist. Art is my everything. From my writings to my drawings, to the way I experience life. I had several experiences that all showed me this was my path and yet for so long I kept ignoring them. I won't anymore. I'm a realist though and we all need to eat and pay our bills but I wouldn't feel ashamed anymore: I am an artist. I am already seen as such by my peers and boy 7 years is still nothing so I am humbled down.
7 years of passion and love. Love for the character, from me and from others. Love for myself. Love for my friends (old and new). Love for myself. I am celebrating my baby today but I am also celebrating me, to break a
chain and start anew. To congratulate me for the superhuman effort it takes to stand up every morning, suffer through the day and find some solace in the little gorgeous things. And also because after a very rough year, I am breathing again and feeling hopeful once more. It's my struggle and I am not going to go into details but it feels good and it's a wonderful day today for me and my relatives and my loving friends. 7 years of gratitude as well. For that love I received, the true genuine love I will always embrace. For the support as well. Thank you for believing in me and in Asma. Thank you.
7 is the end. The end of a cycle. 7 is a beginning: we're going out of the comfort zone. Step by little step. This year is definitely a challenging one. Things are being set in motion, slowly maturing. I shall not let you down like you didn't let me. I shall not let her down like she never let me. I shall not let myself down like I so used to. 7 is the end. 7 is there!
Happy birthday Asma! May your 7th birthday announce the beginning of much more!
I love ya'll! <3
