Growing up, my family is not really the kind that celebrates birthdays. Whenever our birthdays are up, we’re just wish happy birthday to each other and that’s about it. Nothing more. I’m cool with that. Really.
But then, as technologies started to progress, people tends to think more of their behaviour in other people’s perspective. They wanted to “blend in” with the societies. So my family members started celebrating it. Buying cakes, wishing each other more merrily now, singing birthday songs. Im okay with that. Totally cool. But I dont really feels like it should be that way.
What are birthdays anyway?
It is the date when you were out of your mother’s womb and born into this world for the first time. Now let me ask you something. Did you climb out of your mom’s womb by yourself? No. Your mom had to push you. Did you not cry and burdens your mom and dad at all that day? No. I dont think you did. Yes. Your mom and dad and all the family members must’ve been so happy to have a new kid. Of course. I’m just saying. You did nothing that are worthy of a celebration when you were born. Your mom. She is the one who should be celebrated. It is the day that she managed to endure the most pain a woman’s body could endure just to deliver you out into this world, and breathe, and grow, and turned into the man that you are now.
I dont really believe in celebrating my birthday. I dont really want anyone to care about celebrating my birthday. It would be nice if they do but it would be nicer if they dont. That way, I could think clearly as I am thinking right now. When people started smiling and praising and wishing you all the best in your new journey of entering a new age in your life, you’ll started to lose grip of the real meaning behind birthdays. Your mom. Celebrate her. Tell her that you appreciate her. Act in a way that shows how much you appreciate her. Love her. As much as she loves you. Dont love any girl more than you love your mother. Please, dear self. Please dont.
One of my dream is to celebrate my birthdays beneath the night sky. Maybe around a camp fire. With those who matters near. Those who are not really getting hype up about wishing me all the good stuff. Let just sit back, enjoy the stars if they were any, and light up some fireworks. Boom, boom. I love fireworks. They’re beautiful. Fireworks made you feel something. I dont know how to put it into words. They just make you went “awwhh” hopelessly.
One day, if I’m lucky enough to separate myself from the norm of societies, that will be the celebration of my birthday. Just chill and enjoy the fireworks.
Well, that’s me. My opinion. Maybe other people had a different kind of opinion. Its cool. I like to wish good and happy wishes to my friends on their birthdays too. Lol.
Maybe I’m not so different than the very society that I loath after all.