happy birthday to me.

it’s my 25th birthday today.
quarter life passed. achieved almost nothing.
is life supposed to be like this? *shrug* so insignificant and boring.
why do we celebrate birthdays?
to celebrate life.
but aren’t we all supposed to celebrate life 24/7? why only celebrate life on birthdays? so you don’t celebrate life on normal days? how miserable is that?
hmm.
as i grow older, i see a pattern.
birthday is just another day.
it could be a working day.
it could be a Sunday.
it could be a bad day.
it could be a sad day.
it could be an exam day.
it could be a public holiday.
it could be a break-up day.
it could be a proposal day.
it could be a wedding day.
it could be another birthday.
it could also be a death day.
yes. so what’s the big fuss about birthdays again?
it’s just another day.
like today.
it’s a Sunday.