Happy Birthday To You

Dear Brother:

Happy birthday to you. Days go by fast. We spend our last and ever four seasons together. Our worlds are different. Fortunately, it doesn't take the same propensity and disposition to establish brotherhood. On the contrary, our discrepancy is our life's flavour.

Recently, I start to reflect what these days bring to me. There was a time, which was not long ago, when I felt dejected and dissatisfied about my countenance, my height, my talent, my conduct, my grades, my character, my everything. This attitude lasted for numerous years; the life wasn't easy. However, somebody reminded me of Marcel Proust, the great author of the giant fiction, "Remembrance Of Things Past." Proust, an out-and-out loser when he was alive, an author who wrote books that no one admired at that time, had been lonesome all his life being a gay. He always had an unspoken crush at somebody, rather silly, kind of funny. However, in his last days, when he reviewed his life, he was astonished to discover that those ever happy moments were too insipid to memorize; in contrast, it was those periods of hardship and sorrow that made him transform into a better man. Til now, I still regard myself unattractive, sissy, and poorly accomplished. Nevertheless, I've learned to embrace my imperfection. I know it's the wretchedness rather than smoothness that makes every individual life so special. It's heart-broken romance; I take it, and enjoy it.

And you, my brother, how have you been in these days? Your smile is the twinkling star in the sky, sometimes shining, sometimes vanished. A switch lives in you: in time to fight, you'll turn it on at one fling. But now here, I have some sentiments to share with you. As I told you before, your being is a masterpiece of god. Your captivating eyes, engaging smile, manly beauty, lovely soul, all witness god's amazing grace. Please don't sacrifice your health and joy of life in pursuit of success, since yourself has been a success already. The times can fluctuate, may influence your reserve in the banks and funds; the boss may determine your salary and change your position. But dear you are the success that no one can take away or militate against. Others might criticize what you do, look down on you, ignore your subsistence, but unimportant figures and words can by no means leave any shadow in your journey of life. Think of your family, girlfriend, and uncountable fans including me. They all esteem and adore you for being you, not what you have, nor where you're from. Hence, to cherish yourself is to respect those who love you. Don't bear too many burdens. Relax yourself, have some richer foods, and enjoy more moments with your family and beloved.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Kobe, happy birthday to you." I softly chant this song, brother. If you hum and wave hands at me, then whichever corner you are at, I can find you for ever and sure. If one day I am too old to sing and dance, I will still dedicate my sincerest smile to you. Happy Birthday.

Smooches

Little Brother, Oscar