Its been a little while now since my birthday, and this post is a little overdue. Nevertheless, I thought it only appropriate that it should be written.
As most of you know, I'm not too much of a birthday type of person. While I do appreciate the occasional wishes and the gifts, it wouldn't be too big a deal for me if I didn't get any. After all, I'm only a day older than I was yesterday. Why the big fuss if I'm a year older?
Yet people never tire of wishing me 'happy birthday', they never tire of singing the same song each time. I open up facebook and I get a gazillion wall posts and the few people who haven't quite embraced the wonders of facebook wrote me cards (yes, they still exist!). And this happens every single year. So I thought, 'these people around me are either stubbornly persistant, or they really do care for me'. I couldn't quite see any remote possibility in the former, so the latter must then be true.
I grow older everyday. And for a day in a year, people tell me that they appreciate me. I thank God for that. I thank God that he's surrounded me with friends and not enemies, that he's given me so many people that care for me, so many people that took time to buy me a gift or write me a card/wall post.
Life is so much more meaningful because of one day in a year.
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I heard a wonderful qoute today from a friend who just turned 40:
As most of you know, I'm not too much of a birthday type of person. While I do appreciate the occasional wishes and the gifts, it wouldn't be too big a deal for me if I didn't get any. After all, I'm only a day older than I was yesterday. Why the big fuss if I'm a year older?
Yet people never tire of wishing me 'happy birthday', they never tire of singing the same song each time. I open up facebook and I get a gazillion wall posts and the few people who haven't quite embraced the wonders of facebook wrote me cards (yes, they still exist!). And this happens every single year. So I thought, 'these people around me are either stubbornly persistant, or they really do care for me'. I couldn't quite see any remote possibility in the former, so the latter must then be true.
I grow older everyday. And for a day in a year, people tell me that they appreciate me. I thank God for that. I thank God that he's surrounded me with friends and not enemies, that he's given me so many people that care for me, so many people that took time to buy me a gift or write me a card/wall post.
Life is so much more meaningful because of one day in a year.
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I heard a wonderful qoute today from a friend who just turned 40:
"Growing old is an issue of mind over matter- If I don't mind, it doesn't matter."
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