quarternotes

Call me an emotional-pessimistic freak, but sometimes, I hate it when my birthday comes.

First, because I'm getting older... no use arguing about that.

Second, I tend to expect a lot from people around me.. yeah, pretty childish, huh?

Third, there's a need to feel something special... something magical... and in the end, I don't get this certain feeling, to fill the bottle of birthday wishes.

Since I left the school grounds, I haven't experienced the perfect birthday as an adult; or maybe it's not supposed to be perfect. Maybe, adding a few numbers means having been able to explore the realities of life; that life is not a bed of roses, or meals aren't always served with the finest spoons. Thus, I believe that "birthdays" are not for us. We're not supposed to be receiving gifts or any kind of special treatment. Why? Because when we were born, the world wasn't offered to us - WE were offered to the world. We are to make our contribution in sustaining life in our world, being free from foolishness, living righteous. We are to fulfill the role, and act accordingly to what we can actually do for others, especially our loved ones. A destiny to live for others; being MAN for others. It's quite a heavy thought, but we are indeed responsible for one another.

It's not my birthday until tomorrow. But it's nice to actually think about it before arriving in expectations and frustrations.

And for my birthday wish... well, I wish not for myself, but for the people I love and care about.