Today isn’t my birthday. It’s not the birthday of anyone I know, though it turns out Steve Jobs, Chester Nimitz, and Enrico Caruso shared this birthday, along with about 250 million others throughout human history. (See here for an interesting look at how many people have ever lived and to debunk the much-quoted idea that there are more people alive today than all of the people who have ever died.)
I’m finding joy in the fact that every day is an opportunity to celebrate different people, both alive and in memory, and that each of us has our own place in that rich tapestry. As I take a moment to watch the world population clock and see births flying by, I rejoice that every single one adds something new, will touch other lives, and holds the seeds of greatness.