Every year is the same. when my birthday is looming, I become sad. On my birthday, I start off trying to process my new age, tell myself I will not celebrate it, three hour before midnight, I send an urgent text to my friends to come through and chill.
The reason for that is growing up I didn’t get to celebrate my birthday often because at first we were poor, then I was always in boarding school or somewhere else, I remember always feeling sad every February 25th, and that translated into my aversion towards it .
Another reason I cringe is when people expect you to celebrate. It becomes about them because of the pressure to make your day stand out. Often times, I find myself wishing that I was born Feb 28th so I won’t have to think about birthdays on a leap year. It would have been perfectly entwined with my introverted nature, but God has a reason for making me be born when I was.
On the contrary I love when it’s my family or friend’s birthday. I get to try to be funny, cheerful and make their day the best for them.
Today is my sister’s birthday, my priceless’s sixteenth, I’m exceptionally sad that I’m not there because I do want her to remember this big one as I can’t recall mine, she says it’s no big deal, I think we are kinda the same. Tomorrow will be my beloveds’ birthday and as always, I’m more siked than him.
When we look deeper, we know that it is the most defining event that marks us humans, the beginning of life, It also reminds us that as humans, we do not have control of when we get to grow older. That sucks.
But it’s not all bad, because life is already hard enough as it is, to make it through one year is a great achievement whether one is two or ninety-two. I choose to see it being one step closer to fulfilling my purpose.
To work on improving upon yesterday, To surmount the low lows and high highs, To build that dream year in year out. It is truly inspiring, and that’s the epiphany I have every 25th Feb at 9pm. So yea life’s depressing but we’re here now, which means every year God wants us here and that alone is enthralling enough.
With that I say Congratulations to my Priceless, Mfon-abasi. and my beloved, Viktor Czifra. I’m so glad you’re alive for you have made an amazing impact in my life. There is immeasurable blessings waiting for you. In Jesus name. Amen!
A brief Poem…
Gather around children, a’rnd the bon fire
This sweeping gale carries September memories
Reminding us, age is not just a number
Embalmed With it is experience
Greater insight, more strength
On equinox’s moon the spirit scares us all
With tale surmounting who we were yesterday
Do you hear those baby steps?
Growing clamorous as we evolve
shadowing who are meant to be.