Will you think of me on my birthday?
"Another Year Older, Another Year Wiser: A Birthday Reflection"
Ah, birthdays! The one day a year when you're reminded of just how much you've aged, how many questionable decisions you've made, and that your knees now make noises that sound like crumpling paper every time you bend down. Yes, another year has come and gone, and it's time for that annual existential crisis wrapped in a smile.
I sit here, with cake in front of me, remembering every moment that's brought me here. Every laugh, every tear, every time I accidentally spilled coffee all over myself and wondered whether I'll ever actually grow up. The memory of my very first heartbreak? Crystal clear. The time I forgot my best friend's birthday? Unforgettable, mostly because they remind me every single year.
Then this quiet thought creeps in: Will you remember me on my birthday? Will you remember all those times we were falling on the floor holding up our bellies laughing, our late-night conversations, the many moments we thought would really last? These somehow can remind me of old friends who gather round to celebrate—or perhaps just to mock me.
As I extinguish the candles, I make a wish. Or two. Or three. Let's face it—I wish for lots because life is complicated, and one just doesn't cut it. I wish for more happiness, for peace, for fewer responsibilities, or maybe an endless supply of pizza. You know, the essentials.
And then it hits me, birthdays aren’t just the celebration of another year of survival; it’s a reminder of all that’s yet to come. So here’s to the past, the present and all those future memories waiting to happen, the highs, the lows and every cringe worthy moment in between. Because if I know anything, it’s that life’s not done surprising me yet.
