Birthdays are one of those odd things that I always feel strange about. To be honest I never understood the big deal about them - I mean, so what, you were born today - but then again I used to throw these huge birthday parties, so I guess I’m a hypocrite like that.
I think the thing that makes birthdays strange is how you’re left with like an ambivalent feeling about them. On one hand, it’s cool I guess for a lot of people because there’s a lot of attention on .you and you survived another year. On the other hand, you think about how fast time moves, and what you’ve done since the last birthday.
I don’t just mean in the accomplishment sense, but also in the relationship sense. The friends you’ve gained and lost along the way. The lovers that were or are a part of your life. The people you’ve pleased or pissed off.
You also think about your own growth as a person. Am I a better person than I was a year ago? I guess that’s dependent on who you talk to. Am I happy in my current predicament? I guess that’s something you can only really answer after a lot of self-reflection. Am I doing what I really wanna do? There’s a saying: “If you live every day as though it were your last, some day you’ll most certainly be right.” Is what you’re doing today something you’ll go to your grave content with?
A lot of greetings, deep questions, and shallow thoughts. Birthdays leave me feeling weird. But hey, Miley Cyrus was born today too. So I guess that’s something.
