There once lived a boy, his name was Ink
Ink loved doing a plethora of things: he loved drawing, he loved writing and he loved going out and enjoying nature.
He truly enjoyed doing a lot of things.
Life was simple for him, and he enjoyed it.
But he knew that one day, things may not be as sweet and simple as they used to be.
Life was tough sometimes.
Things changed faster than he expected and Ink lost grasp of things.
And he could do nothing about it.
He even found some of his previous hobbies a little tiring, mundane, even hard to enjoy.
It really felt like he could do nothing anymore.
Life was tough sometimes.
He felt like he may never get out.
But Ink did not give up.
Even when life was tough, his heart sparkled with hope and joy.
His heart shone like a bright star in the night sky.
He knew that things would not always be so tumultuous, and he would be there to live through it.
He knew that sooner or later, flowers will bloom again;
and a future full of possibilities will open up to him.
Long ago, life was simple for Ink, and he enjoyed it.
He missed it a bit.
But with time he will learn new things and he will make new friends;
and there will always be people by his side to hold him up when he falls down.
Because with time and love he will see...
that flowers can bloom more vibrant than ever.
Happy Birthday!
With love.
-Fred