37 Years Around the Sun: Gratitude, Apologies and Love 🎂🥳🎉

Today, I turn 37 years old. 📅🧓🏼

Thirty-seven years of memories, mistakes, lessons, laughter, tears, unexpected turns and people who have continued to love me—even during the chapters when I have not made it easy.

Birthdays usually focus on presents, celebrations and getting another candle onto the cake without setting off the smoke alarm. But this year, I also want to pause and acknowledge the people who have helped carry me through these 37 years.

This is my thank-you.

It is also my apology.

And, perhaps most importantly, it is my promise to try harder.

To My Brother and Sisters 👬👭💕

To my brother and sister: I am genuinely sorry that I have not been around as much as I should have been.

We always say that we are going to meet up. We talk about making plans, finding the right time and finally seeing one another—but somehow, the days become weeks, the weeks become months and the meeting never happens.

It is long overdue. 📅📆🗓️⏳

That hurts because I love you, and I miss you more than I probably manage to express. Distance and lost time do not mean that you are absent from my heart. But love should not exist only in words or intentions—it needs time, effort and presence.

I cannot change the time that has already passed, but I do not want us to keep repeating the same promise without making it real.

We need to stop saying, “We’ll meet up soon,” and finally put a day in the calendar.

To my other sister: thank you for sticking by my side. 🩹🫂

Thank you for continuing to care, for staying connected and for being there through the complicated chapters. I notice it, I value it and I love you.

To all of you: I hope we can rebuild the time and closeness we have missed—not by pretending the distance never happened, but by choosing to begin again.

To My Grandparents 🧓🏼🧑🏼‍🦳💞

Thank you for everything you have done for me throughout my life.

You have been a source of love, support, safety and stability. In different moments, you have been a home base, a helping hand and a life jacket when the water became rough. ☯️🛟

Some acts of love are loud and unforgettable. Others are quiet, constant and only fully understood as we grow older.

At 37, I understand more clearly how much you have given me and how fortunate I have been to have you in my life.

Thank you for your patience, your generosity, your guidance and the memories we have shared. I love you both enormously.

To My Dad 🦸🏼🫂

Dad, thank you for all your support—even during the times when I have probably felt that I did not deserve it.

You have helped me through difficult situations, stood by me through uncertainty and continued offering support when walking away might have been easier.

I know I have not always made the best choices. I know there have been moments when I have caused worry, frustration or disappointment. I cannot erase those moments, but I can acknowledge them honestly and continue trying to become someone who makes your support worthwhile.

Thank you for being there.

Thank you for helping me.

Thank you for continuing to believe there is something in me worth standing beside. 🫡🙏🏼💝

To My Extended Family 💌

To the rest of my family: thank you—and I am sorry.

I am sorry that I have not been around as much these days. Life has sometimes pulled me inward, sideways and occasionally through a wall I probably should have used the door to enter.

My absence has never meant that I do not care.

I appreciate every message, invitation, conversation, memory and moment of understanding. I hope the years ahead include more time together and fewer plans that remain trapped inside the calendar.

To My Friends 🫂❤️

To my friends: I have needed you more than I can properly explain.

Your support over the years has helped me survive some extremely difficult periods. You have listened to me, challenged me, laughed with me, tolerated my chaos and stood nearby while I tried to understand myself and the world around me.

I hope I return that support in the ways I can.

I may not always express gratitude conventionally. Sometimes I show that I care through humour, ideas, strange observations, loyalty, checking in or simply trying to be present when somebody needs me.

But please know this:

I am enormously grateful for you.

If you have supported me during any part of these 37 years, thank you. You have helped shape the person celebrating this birthday today.

And Especially to Luke—My Bestie 👊🏼💙

Luke, where do I even begin?

We have had our absolute shitcunt moments, and we have also shared some of the best times of my life—to say the very least.

You are one of the few people who truly understands me. You understand my language, my moods, my humour and the strange frequency my brain occasionally broadcasts on.

Today might be:

Boooop. Plooop. Arrrgh. Fuck it. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck her. Holy fuck-balls.

Most people would read that and wonder whether I had fallen down the stairs while typing.

You would understand exactly what I meant—and probably appreciate it. 😂

Thank you for standing in my corner when I have felt as though nobody else was there.

Thank you for the laughter, the honesty, the ridiculous moments and the serious conversations. Thank you for understanding the parts of me that do not translate easily for everybody else.

I hope that, in my own reserved and sometimes unconventional way, I show you that I care about you, understand you and stand in your corner too.

I love and care for you deeply, my bestie.

Thank you, Luke.

What I Want From 37 🌅

At 37, I do not want to promise perfection.

That would be dishonest—and frankly, suspicious.

What I can promise is intention.

I want to be more present.

I want to turn “we should catch up” into an actual date and time.

I want to show the people I love that I appreciate them while they are here to receive it.

I want to apologise properly when I cause hurt, take responsibility for my choices and repay kindness through my actions.

I want to keep creating, writing, questioning, laughing and finding a way forward—even when the path becomes narrow.

Thirty-seven years have taught me that no life is built by one person alone. We are shaped by everyone who loves us, helps us, forgives us, challenges us and remains beside us through our least polished chapters.

To my brother, my sisters, my dad, my grandparents, my extended family and my friends:

I love you.

I miss those I have not seen enough.

I am sorry for the times I have been absent.

And I am deeply grateful for everything you have done for me.

Here is to 37—not merely another year older, but another opportunity to be closer, kinder, more grateful and more present.

Now, bring out the cake before this becomes an emotional autobiography. 🎂🥳🍰🎉🪅

With all my love and gratitude,

Kyle Xy Josef Taus

37 years old—and still tuning into the Golden Frequency. ✨