I never really understood the significance of birthdays. When I was young, a birthday was a day where I hoped I would get nice things. Now, 20 years into my life, birthdays have even less of a significance.
To me, a birthday simply isn’t something special. Society in general is so caught up in living as long as we can that we often forget that the number of years we live isn’t necessarily an indicator of how fulfilling and complete our life really is. Someone that passes away at 20 can have a more complete life than someone who passes away at 80 and vice versa. Instead, people are so afraid of dying that every year when their birthday comes around, they see it as a cause for celebration. A well-deserved pat on the back for making it through another year. The worst part is that it has turned into a day where people expect to receive gifts from others who have no obligation to give them anything.
Let me explain why birthdays aren’t special to me. As I have said already, I don’t believe that the number of years I live will define how complete or fulfilling my life is/was when it’s all said and done. In my view, what defines the completeness of my life will be the impact I leave on the people and places that I have touched. If I begin every day with the mentality that I can be a positive influence on the people I encounter on that particular day, then I have made good use of my day.
Therefore, every day is a cause for celebration and I celebrate the passing of each day by going out and being the best person I can be, to friends and strangers alike. Because my ability to be a positive influence on the people around me is what ultimately completes me in my life, not the passing of another year.
So what will I do and what do I want for my birthday? The same things I do and want on any other day. I’m going to be who I am and seek to make the people around me happy. If I can just manage that, I think my birthday will be a good one.
So today I went to banh mi and there was a homeless guy outside and I didn’t have any cash on me so I ignored him. But then when I was inside I felt bad so I ended up getting him a sandwich since they were buy two get one free.
Is it better to acknowledge them and say no or ignore them? Or maybe I’ll just buy food every single time.