Dear Birthdays,
Everybody’s calendar has one day
marked, the day no one could ever forget, a date tattooed on our brains forever.
Yes, that’s you “Birthdays!”.
You come without delay and denial
each year, but truly what are you? Do you come to remind us that we are now
older? because if you are, then the warning that age is catching up to us is
not the figment we perceive. Very ironically, we celebrate this warning and
live lavishly. Call for a party and spend the day in delight. Maybe you
showcase a different meaning, do you return every year to remind us of the
significance of that day? nudge our memories to remind us that we were born
this day and our hearts beat for the first time out of the womb. If you do come
for this reason, then the light of your significance only brightness an
opportunity for us to again celebrate and cut cakes.
Whatever you may come for, each
year you meet a different person. You met the younger me and once you pass you
will never meet the same me again, an older me will be waiting to welcome you.
So this makes me wonder, do you come to meet the newer and older me each year
to glimpse the changes I have grown? I wish you’d bring a diary each year with
our changes noted in it, teaching people how and when they moved from lollipops
to cigarettes, Disney to Netflix, and from black and young to grey and
wrinkled. No matter why come, you fill our spirits with joy and give us a
reason to cherish life.
Do Birthdays matter after we are
20?
You travel swiftly to us annually but how much do we care? As the seeds of our
20’s sprout, the roots of maturity limit our excitement, and the game of
responsibilities takes afoot. The joy we once had as toddlers vanishes and
birthdays merely become a reason for distant relatives to wish us well and
friends to meet up. For many, it’s just a regular day with one tiny difference,
which is going out for dinner or making a fancy meal at home. As quickly as you
come, you are forgotten.
The merit of the birthday is
merely a cause to knock a couple of drinks as the true mask of your coming is
less known and less cared for. A selected few realize that birthdays mean more
than a reason for celebration and are indeed lessons and reflections to learn
from.
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