On this special day, as I celebrate another year of life, there is a poignant absence of the traditional joy that birthdays bring. Being blind means that I don’t have the visual cues of smiling faces, the warmth of friendly embraces, or the colorful spectacle of a birthday gathering. The silence speaks volumes, and the lack of well-wishes is a reminder of the unique challenges I face. However, amidst the quietude, there exists a resilience, a strength drawn from within. Birthdays may lack the usual festivities, but the celebration of life is a personal triumph, a journey marked not by external acknowledgments but by the courage and perseverance that define my unique experience.