On Wednesday of this week the United States of America celebrated its birthday.
I spent most of the day with my family and then, in a contemplative moment of solitude, caught sight of many of the fireworks exploding over the horizon as I stood on my balcony.
Birthdays are often comprised of contemplative moments as they act as a connector between the past and the future.
As we commemorated the adoption of the Declaration of Independence in 1776, I had to wonder what the signers were thinking at that moment.
I imagined they were filled with pride in the great leap of progress they had made in history but perhaps they even felt worry over the newborn nation they were forging.
Your thoughts on the 4th?