I had a birthday not long ago. I haven’t exactly been thrilled about my birthdays in the last few years. The whole “losing my youth” thing. I’ve started loving being in my early 30s recently. I feel smarter & know who I am… I’m not searching for what will make me happy. Now I just search for kitchen products.
Anyway, in the last few months, thanks to “the facebook”, I’ve known & wished many of my friends a happy birthday. And I’m sincerely glad to know them. Some of which I’m not extremely close to, but nonetheless happy that our paths have connected in this journey called life.
Then, my birthday came & went, and ppl I know wished me happy regards for my special day. And within the next week, a dozen of my friends had birthdays. As I go to their pages to send them well wishes, I scroll down briefly & see the lovely greetings from their other friends.
I know I’ve joked around before that my birthday should be a holiday. This kinda made me feel like everyone’s birthday should be a holiday.
Everyone in this world has someone else who’s life they’ve touched. Everyone is someone else’s “V.I.P.”. So, we should savor each day, b/c it’s someone out there’s special day.