...why do we celebrate birthdays? it's not like it's an accomplishment. congratulations, you are still alive! so is everyone else on the planet. it's like celebrating a kid who has yet to get out in dodge ball. so nothing hit you and got you out of "the game," good job. why don't we celebrate the mother on the birthday? she's the one who did all the work.
then i remember that we're celebrating their life. not that their still living, but that they're alive. that we get to spend time with them.
i'm torn.
don't get me wrong. i LOVE birthdays. especially mine. they're great. i love cake and presents and getting to say "it's my birthday" and getting to say "no, i'm 21. not 20." and i really like balloons. i also like gathering. i like spending time with people. and being pampered. cause when it's your birthday, you're pampered.
i just sometimes wonder. for no particular reason. just wondering.
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