Birthdays

What is the thing about birthdays? Why do we celebrate them? Why do we make them a big deal? To me, birthdays are nothing more than another day in your life, and you should treat them no different. But since today is my birthday, I got to thinking about them, and this is what I came up with: Why do we celebrate birthdays, and why do people fear getting old?

So first, why we celebrate birthdays. I really have no reasonable answer to this question, and if it was up to me, birthdays would not be celebrated. Why do we give people presents on their birthday? Why do we make them a cake? Why I it their day? I don’t have a reasonable answer to any of these questions either. I don’t have an answer because first of all, the person whose birthday it is didn’t do anything. The mother and father wanted you, planned for you, conceived you, and gave birth to you (the last part only pertains to the mother actually). So why do you get all the credit? Shouldn’t we be celebrating our parents on our birthday? Shouldn’t we make it our parent’s day and thank them for all the work that they put into you? It seems like celebrating your birthday is a very selfish thing to do.

And second, why do people fear getting old? It is obviously the most natural thing in everybody’s life- aging. Death is another issue, but getting to the point in your life when you can die naturally is a commonly feared thing. When the years start to pile up, people start to cover up. We see it everyday, woman wearing makeup to hide winkles, and men dying their hair so it doesn’t turn that dreaded gray. But why? I, once again, have no reasonable answer to this question. I might figure it out when I get to that point, but as of right now, it’s a mystery to me. I am going to embrace age. You can’t stop life, so why try and fool yourself.