I often come across people who are least interested in celebrating their birthdays or act like crazies on this day. Not because they do not love to celebrate their existence or they are too frugal to celebrate it but because they are no longer a kid. As if they celebrated their birthday when they were kids who used to do nothing but loo on their parent’s bed.
I find this reason a bit absurd. I mean, how anyone can stop celebrating their birthday just because they have aged. So, one day I decided to ask few people about it. Well, the answers differed according to their age but there was one statement which was common among them. The statement was, “Why to celebrate your existence on a particular day. One should celebrate their existence every day. What is so special about this day?” Oh, wow, this was something worth applauding for. Yes, I would have celebrated my existence everyday if I have had enough money to do so.
All was fine, till I noticed this sentence, “What is so special about this day?” Oh, yes, there is nothing special about this day because it isn’t the day on which you proposed a girl for the first time? It isn’t the day on which you went on your first date? It isn’t the day on which your so called first anniversary with your first girlfriend/boyfriend happens? It isn’t the day on which you got a medal or something? None of these things happened on this day. So, it isn’t special. Right!
Well, lovely people out there, a lot happened on this particular day and there exists myriad reasons to celebrate it.
On this day, you were born clad with your mom’s blood. The blood covered you from head to toe, when you were naked. Doesn’t this make the day special?
On this day, you cried for the first time. Your family giggled while you were crying. Doesn’t this make the day special?
On this day, you made a woman, a Mother. A moment, every girl in this universe waits for. Doesn’t this make the day special?
On this day, you saw your parents for the first time. Your Grand Ma said, you resemble your mother and your father actually felt offended about it. Doesn’t this make the day special?
On this day, you witnessed this world for the first time and you became the reason for increase in population of this world. Doesn’t this make it special?
If all these things don’t make this day special, I wonder what does. Just because you don’t remember these moments, it doesn’t mean that these moments didn’t happen. A lot happened on this day which you still are not aware of.
On this day, you were born clad with your mom’s blood. The blood covered you from head to toe, when you were naked. Doesn’t this make the day special?
On this day, you cried for the first time. Your family giggled while you were crying. Doesn’t this make the day special?
On this day, you made a woman, a Mother. A moment, every girl in this universe waits for. Doesn’t this make the day special?
On this day, you saw your parents for the first time. Your Grand Ma said, you resemble your mother and your father actually felt offended about it. Doesn’t this make the day special?
On this day, you witnessed this world for the first time and you became the reason for increase in population of this world. Doesn’t this make it special?
If all these things don’t make this day special, I wonder what does. Just because you don’t remember these moments, it doesn’t mean that these moments didn’t happen. A lot happened on this day which you still are not aware of.
Some of the people wouldn’t be there on your next birthday. So, why do you want to miss a chance to celebrate this day along with your loved ones? Go crazy this birthday. Act like a weirdo, gift candies as used to do in nursery class, get wet with happiness and let other soak in your ocean of happiness. Just do it. You never know, whether you would really get a chance to do it next year or not.
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