Why I Believe In Celebrating Birthdays
In my early years, I would get really excited for my birthdays. I was showered with loads of presents and attention. What more could I have asked for! At that point in life, not only was I oblivious to the purpose of the celebration, it didn’t matter at all. Like most things, it was a given. And why care about the reason. Its existence was enough.
Then puberty hit me, and adolescence happened. Sometime during those years, I got to know that birthdays just mark one less year to live. And I couldn’t understand why or how the whole world could celebrate this. So, I stopped believing in this celebration altogether. I would think it was just pointless and everyone was making a big deal about this day.
Skip five or six years and we’re here. This is a time when I’m questioning most of my old beliefs, just to check whether they are truly mine.
Today is February 2nd. I turn nineteen today. But this year it’s different. This year I questioned myself and got the answer. This year I know exactly why I believe in celebrating birthdays. And I’ll tell you why.
As a person, I believe in growth. Not just physical or skill/knowledge-based growth, but growth in mindset and vision. Last year has been very eventful for me. I graduated from school. I spent five years here. Since being a boarding school, it was more than a high school to me. It was a huge part of my identity. Welham was a little world in itself. So, this particular event was painful. Since then, I stepped into the real world. I joined a university. I have gathered some work experience. I have met a lot of new people. I made some friends as well. And I have read a lot, too. For me, all these things together do amount to growth.
So, tell me, doesn’t all this growth and learning call for a celebration!