The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for a newer and richer experience.”
There have been many celebrations in the past few months, my birthday March, my daughter’s 20th last weekend. But with those celebrations, there have also come times of mourning as another grand aunt, who was also my surrogate grandmother passed the same day. We celebrated my daughter’s birthday that morning and learned of Aunt Carla’s passing that afternoon. Growing up we had a saying that “merry birds always get their wings clipped.” Which literally translates to, “happiness doesn’t last.” Growing up in a culture and with that belief that any kind of celebration always brought with it misfortune, had forced me for years to suppress my own feelings of joy or happiness for fear that it would bring some dark shadow over my life.