As years goes by, i started to ponder the true meaning of celebrating birthdays?
I find it so repetitive. Singing of birthday song , cutting cake, making birthday wishes and opening birthday gifts. Same birthday wishes have been made over and over again (i shall not reveal them).
Same questions revolve in my head when october 18 comes every year, Why should i celebrate my birthday knowing that i’m getting one year older? I don’t see myself growing mature in my mindset nor in my appearance. Younger people says they love getting one year older because it means more freedom for them. Yes, i totally agree on this part. More freedom. but thinking that 7 years more, i will be 30 years old really freaks me out. GOSH, 15 years old seems to be just yesterday thing. Playing hide and seek in school, having crushes etc…
Apart from that, how could i bare to celebrate my birthday knowing that my mum suffered unbearable pain to bring me to this world 23 years ago? 9 months of pregnancy, Pushing my small little tiny head out from her small tiny hole, rocking me to sleep and especially her years of upbringing. So, should i change happy birthday to happy mother’s day instead?
tell me.
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