i feel compelled to write on this day. having lived 20 years of my life, i come to realise some truths about birthdays.
that number one, birthdays are nothing much of a big deal. its the day where you made your exit from your mama's womb, causing her great pain and distress (what a day to remember. i'll cry thinking of my own childbirth in the future. haha.). come to think of it, it isnt much to remember isnt it? i mean, you werent even conscious of who you were, let alone what was happening so technically, there is nothing for you to 'remember'. and its not like you are someone worth commemorating out of the how many trillions of people living on this planet.
secondly, it means that you are a year older. yes its true u are probably wiser, more mature etc etc. but, yea, physically, ur skins sags more, you get more wrinkles, your body works les efficiently etc etc.
but why do people enjoy their birthdays? well, i figured that people enjoy celebrating their birthdays because it makes them feel like they matter. because on this very day, where though it was nothing much of a day, they remembered your existence. they remembered this insignificant day because of who you are. and that, is what makes a birthday special.
sadly, that also translates to the fact that a birthday is not a birthday unless someone remembers.
well im glad people do remember mine. and i shall end this by thanking all well wishers :) my birthday is a birthday because i mattered :)
1:16 AM
blessed.
