Am I getting jaded or just getting older?
At the night of the 29th, I wasn’t actually psyched to realize that it was almost my birthday. I mean, I was still excited for the gifts, money and stuff but not as much as how I would look forward to the December 30’s of the past years. Before, I would literally stare at the clock and wait for the hands to point 12 midnight and wake up everybody just to tell them that it’s already my day. Unfortunately, for my family, they’d have to put up with my domineering attitude while I act as the boss just cause it’s my birthday.lol. (I know, opportunist right? lol) anyway, the whole day would be a day at the mall or any place that would randomly pop into my mind where I can enjoy my ass off spending my parents’ money, but today was different.
I woke up, got up, and slept again. It felt like I didn’t even want to celebrate my own birthday. I was just sick of the annual routine of getting up so early and getting ready for a whole day outside the house just to waste money on birthday-cliché-stuff. This time, I wanted to celebrate it in a unique kind of way.
I wanted for it to be just like any other day; simple but sincere.
I wanted to feel like it was a birthday with no hassles, nothing to worry about, just a day under the sun (although it was raining and hard!). It was a birthday, not the day I was being born, so why get into the hassle of preparing food and inviting so many people just to commemorate the day I was born? Wouldn’t that be pure narcissism? So, after lunch I asked everyone to just indulge in their siesta session as I also did. I woke up almost five in the afternoon feeling so good (yet still sleepy) for having spent my birthday in a refreshingly unique way.
However, (here comes the good part) my family couldn’t stand not giving me a birthday treat so they took me out to a resort slash videoke hub to celebrate. (hey, if something as sweet as this is done for you, could you resist? I know I couldn’t!lol) Plus, ate yum bought a black forest cake just for me (yum) and my mum and dad also gave me a little something for my wallet. :D and as soon as I finish this post, I’d join my brothers in an all-night dvd marathon.
Aint that cool? The unique birthday celebration turned out to be more unique than what I’ve imagined, for the first time, I didn’t have to force my family into doing things, instead they showed how they really cared for me in a way that I couldn’t really put into words which I appreciated even more than any of the other years. :D
The answer to the question? Both. I was getting jaded of the routine that seemed to be programmed on the Rizal Day. I needed a change and that was exactly what I got. Figuratively and literally, I’m getting older. I realized that now, I am mature enough to understand that I don’t need worldly pleasures just to be able to say that I enjoyed my birthday. Having a birthday in itself is already something to be thankful for; and having a loving family to celebrate it with is the greatest gift. Not only would I add one to my physical age but also to my thinking. Congrats to me. And most of all, happy birthday! :D
'and another year has blurred away into our memories...'
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- birthday-is a celebration of life, love and happiness amidst all the turbulence brought by problems in order to realize that another year has passed and God never ceases to help us get through our journey through life smoothly and safely.
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