My Day
It's that time of year again. You spend all your time waiting for it to arrive, and when it does it's suddenly all over. Kind of like a very good sneeze.I will never fully comprehend the idea behind the birthday. It is nice to feel special for a day, but why stop there? As far as I'm concerned, as long as you can find something about yourself to be proud of, every day is a birthday. Perhaps that is the underlying reason why birthdays do not excite me as much as they used to.
There is a saying, "You learn something new every day." But after a substantial number of days I think the extension "And forget two old things." can be applied. Young people embrace birthdays, adults seem to hate it, and the elderly tend to forget about it. Why do people celebrate birthdays? Could it be a celebration of Life? A declaration of some sort? Or maybe a way of telling others that there are people who do care? Or just a good way to get a treat?
I believe that birthdays are a wake up call. Sometimes people are so engrossed with their daily lives that they need others to remind them to take it easy. At other times it serves as a reorientation point for those who have lost their direction in Life, giving them an opportunity to determine where their goals lie.
And so it has come to this. Here I am at the end of the day, pondering over the day that was mine, and still I have not made my birthday wish. Hmmm... I think I'll make one now. I'm not going to tell you what it is, but you may very well find out soon enough.
And one more thing. Happy birthday to me.
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