In the midst of cake and candles and smiles and hugs, I started wondering why we celebrate birthdays at all? Isn’t it our mother’s achievement to have given birth to us? Why the cake cutting and candles blowing, why the celebration?
Looking at the people around me eager for me to cut the cake, wishing me a happy birthday, I realised the answer is right in front of me. Maybe it’s not about celebrating the birth. maybe it is about celebrating surviving another year. Maybe it is about the people all around us who helped us survive. Maybe it is about the people who made you realise there’s more to you than you think. Maybe it is celebrating those people helping you realise life is beautiful and will be as long as you are in it.