Happy Birthday, Karla

I vividly remember my 25th birthday. I had a grand celebration then. I even had a dress made up and I don't wear formal dresses. I got drunk and I'm not the type who drinks. I just felt celebrating that time because I was about to end my quarter life crisis, if ever there was such a thing. But I know there is. At that time I knew I was in a good spot. I had a stable career in a stable industry. I had a good set of friends. We just transferred to a new home and I had a new dog, Harvey. Though everything's not perfect and I'm still out there with a hundred goals to achieve, everything seemed so new and so positive that turning 25 deserved a full celebration.

That was four years ago.

Now my sister has turned 25. I've nothing profound to say but Happy Birthday! I honestly don't know what her aspirations and challenges are. She is a complete mystery to me and I intend to keep it that way. As my complete opposite, I don't understand her most of the times and I'm fine with it. She may have decisions that I don't approve of and choices that I cannot fathom, but she knows what she wants and leads her life however she can. As she struggles to free herself from her own brand of dark ages called quarter life crisis, I hope she emerges from it unscathed. We may be opposites and she may be so carefree, but she's not a weakling thank God. She will always come out fine.

I've no spectacular gifts nor charming words. But I have a kind and powerful wish for her to find whatever it is that she's looking for. I hope she learns how to harbor that passion to court success and be popular and excellent in whatever she does. Maybe it's this year to get a little bit serious, yeah? I hope she ends the quarter life crisis too!

And with that, I hope she enjoys turning 25! The pack wishes her good health, wealth and a smashing new year!

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