I didn't want my birthday to come. But of course, I can't do anything about it; either it comes or I die.
And actually, realizing this was something. Why the whining? I should be happy, I am alive. I should be grateful.
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But then, my birthday came.
It was amazing.
Family and friends are something so beautiful to have. I received so many phone calls and messages - Whatsapp, Messenger, Facebook, Instagram, Viber... Since the morning I did nothing but answering and replying to all the people.
The fact that they actually took their time to call or send a message, even if it was just for a minute or even if they didn't precisely mean the words they said or wrote to me, it didn't matter, because it meant a lot to me. It made me feel so good and happy, and that's what matters.
On my birthday night, my friends and I went out to a bar to celebrate. The people there started asking me how old I became and asked if I turned 22 (!)
In the past, I used to hate the fact that I look younger and people always misinterpreting my age. But now I realized it's actually a blessing.
As I said in the beginning, we either grow older with the years or we die, there isn't any other way. So, if I don't want to die and I don't have a choice but to grow old, at least, I'm getting older by age but in spirit and looks, I'm still the same. That's something people wish to have.
How wonderful it is, to realize all that and feel extra worthwhile, at least one day a year.
Some people get sad when their birthday comes. It reminds them how they are getting old, that the years are passing by, and that they are just getting closer to death. They don't like to celebrate their birthdays at all, they hate it.
But that's not why we celebrate one's birthday.
A birthday is an annual celebration of one's existence in this world. Of having that person around.
It's a day when you finally get the chance to tell the ones celebrating how much you care for them and how much they mean to you, especially when you're not the type of person who usually expresses him/herself to others without a reason.
It is the time to show the ones having their birthday affection and happiness, to tell them how much you love them, to give them presents, hugs, wishes... To tell them how much you like them around, to remind them of how great they are and how far they had become, to make them feel good and encourage them to better years...
This is what a birthday celebration is for.
We don't celebrate the age, or us getting just old. We celebrate the years passed and become grateful for all the things we have and all the people in our lives. Nothing is for granted.
It's also a time for making calculations and maybe decisions for changes.
Birthdays are good.
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Remember to stay healthy, have gratitude, be happy and alive!