THE GRACE OF BEING BORN

Birth is one of the most extraordinary mysteries of existence. It is the quiet entry of a soul into a new chapter of its long journey. An act not of randomness, but of divine grace. And today, as I mark another year of my own earthly journey, my heart is drawn not to celebration of self, but to deep thanksgiving. Thanksgiving for the privilege of being permitted to begin… and to begin again.

There is a truth we often overlook: every birth is a blessing, not only to the child, but to parents, siblings, and all who will encounter that life. It is a fresh opportunity for growth, redemption, and ascent. A pure act of mercy from the Creator, who grants each soul another chance to unfold, to mature, to correct what needs correction, and to rise closer to the light.

This is why I celebrate today not as “my day,” but as a reminder of the grace that allowed me to enter this physical world at all. Long before any of us opened our eyes here, we already existed. We carried threads, choices, longings, lessons. And then came that sacred moment, a moment arranged with absolute justice, perfect timing, and infinite love, when the door into earth opened for us.

Birth is not the beginning of life; it is the beginning of a new assignment.

A fresh classroom.

A new field of sowing and reaping.

Another stretch along the road of becoming what we are destined to be.

Many people question why some are born into abundance and others into lack, some into health and others into frailty. But the deeper wisdom is this: birth places each soul exactly where it can learn, redeem, balance, and advance. It is not injustice, it is precision. A mercy tailored with exquisite accuracy.

And here lies the real miracle:

Whether the conditions appear favourable or difficult, every birth carries a blessing.

Because every birth offers the chance to grow.

To begin anew.

To step upward.

Children bless parents, even through the demands, the sleepless nights, the challenges, the worries. In caring for another life, the parents’ own souls are refined. Their patience stretched. Their empathy deepened. Their hearts awakened. Sometimes, even the pain of nursing a child through illness becomes a form of redemption, softening the personal burdens carried from former deeds. Nothing is wasted.

And the child, too, is blessed. Every incarnation is an opportunity to step forward in strength, clarity, and maturity  if he or she wills it.

So today, as I look at the gift of my life, I see not accident, not coincidence, not chance, but purpose. I see the benevolent Hand that opened the gate for me to walk through. I see the countless opportunities I have been offered to learn, to serve, to love, to grow, to give, to rise.

And I am humbled.

My message to you, my dear readers, is simple:

Cherish your birth. Honour your existence. Embrace your journey.

Your life with everything in it was permitted because you have something to fulfil, something to release, something to uplift, something to become.

Every birthday is a reminder that we are still being given time.

Time to sow better seeds.

Time to shed what no longer serves us.

Time to strengthen what is noble within us.

Time to rise higher than yesterday.

So today, I bow in thanks for the gift of being born.

And I invite you to reflect on your own birth, not as a date on the calendar, but as a divine affirmation of purpose. A sacred opportunity.

May we walk worthy of that gift.