It's one of my friend's birthday. It's her forty this year. In my perspective, she has perfect forty birthday. Let me tell you, years ago, she told me her dream of having her own pharmacy. Now, she has a pharmacy all by her own. She funded, designed, and served it herself. She made an outstanding decision less than a year ago to resigned from her workplace then build her own. There are not many people who realize their dreams like her. Many people dare to dream, but don't dare to share the dreams. They're afraid of the obstacle and threat they might face. Who doesn't?
Another thing to complete her forty birthday, she went to Makkah to do umrah last month and went to Japan as her gift of freedom. That's my words, not hers.
This morning, I greet her and she (again) opened my eyes that the number of age is just a number nothing else. It's a symbol that we have been living so (or too) long until the number achieved. It's a symbol that all dreams and wills passed by. Some are achieved and some are not. Hopes still are hanging around, I believe. Anyway, it's just a number. Nothing should be compare about. Some important things for us, maybe aren't at all to others and vice versa. Life is not a race.
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