How many kilobytes can your heart hold?

Original // edited by;syuiro

January 16, 2012

I realized something today. As you get older, your birthday starts to become insignificant. I mean, as a kid, it was undoubtedly the best day of the year. It meant presents, perhaps a party, and being boss for a day. Now that I’m older (and that presents are fewer), the date starts to become less significant. Instead, whenever I celebrate my birthday, it becomes a day to be thankful for the past year. It becomes a day dedicated to looking back at the events in my life for the past 12 months. It becomes a day to ask questions like:
Am I wiser today than last year?
Am I more mature?
How did I handle the trials and problems that came my way?
What were the special moments that I will never forget?
Do I have more money today than last year?
Did I gain weight?
Why is it that I still don’t feel like an adult?

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I used to really appreciate birthday greetings, but in the recent years when online sites began reminding everybody of everyone’s birthdays, greetings began to get annoying. People whom you haven’t talked to in years start posting “HBD” on your Facebook wall. Sometimes you never really know if people actually remembered your birthday, or if they were forced to greet you because there was a notification about it. There are exceptions, though. A close friend bought me a cake. One of my students gave me Sodexho gift certificates (YAYYYYY!!). A classmate treated me to lunch. I got several other gifts from other friends — books, letters, a postcard (I’m looking at you, Catia), and a watch. Someone sang Jason Mraz’ Woman I Love for me :) and I bought a new phone as a gift for myself. I appreciate the gifts, but I feel happier when I think about their motives for doing all of that for me. It feels good to know that there are people who like and love you and are willing to spend a little money or time to make you happy on your special day. :)

(via kooh)