Happy birthday to me… happy birthday to me… happy birthday dear myself… happy birthday to me!!!
Haha, although as I’m writing this post, there are only a couple of hours left till my birthday is over but who really cares about that… I’m 18 now!
I know there are so many things to be upset for, that time is passing so quickly and we’re all growing older and becoming more than ever busy, stressed and tired as each year is passing by, but I think there are even more reasons than that for us to enjoy the moments and embrace the journey, don’t you think so?
I don’t know if I know enough for my age, I don’t know if I’ve done, if I’ve achieved enough for my age…. but I’m just grateful to all the people who make me who I am today. And I think it’s a good day to say this that I’m proud of myself.
I know I’m not perfect, I know I’m not even the girl who’s always good and sweet to others, I’m selfish at times and I’m not flawless… but all of that, whether good or bad, in the end, is me. And it is my responsibility to accept every aspect of myself and to polish them with ease and a gentle touch of hope that my older selves will go through the day feeling a little better about themselves.
Every year if there’s something I’m always looking forward to, then it’s my birthday. Throwing a party or going out is not my sort of thing to do on birthdays but I still love to celebrate a day you can heartly call yours. As I’m the youngest among all my cousins, it’s become kind of a tradition of a family get-together on my birthdays. Unfortunately we couldn’t do it last year but thankfully, everything went well this year and it was just the way I ever wish for- simple, comfortable, and lovely.
We took lots of pictures, both solos and family group pictures, then sang lots of songs sitting around the fire and enjoying home-made snacks. I blew the candles, made a wish, and then we sang some more songs. It was beautiful.
I was asked about my wish after I cut the cake but I didn’t say it at the moment, I don’t know why. But I think I ought to say it here. The only thing that came to my mind when I was praying, I felt kind of guilty that we are celebrating here and there, in a corner of the world, little kids are fighting for their lives. I wish for nothing more than this suffering to stop. Everyone deserves a life that makes them want to celebrate it, that gives them hope for a better tomorrow, and no one has the right to deprive anyone of this feeling.
I hope the sun tomorrow will be brighter for all of us! Merry Christmas!
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