Today is not my birthday but I was thinking about how I used to hate birthdays. I kinda still do. They’re supposed to be really special and fun and yet I feel a little bit of letdown on most birthdays – like the inevitable disappointment of New Year’s Eve, it’s never as good as it’s hyped up to be. I mean, as far as birthdays go, what’s the big deal? Everyone has one. They happen every year. So what’s so special?
I realized that today.
I’m important. And not that I never knew it before, it’s just that you really only ever feel important in big situations, ones that are grand in the scheme of life. And I guess that’s the thing about birthdays – they happen every year and everyone has one but that’s the key: to celebrate you at least once a year because you matter – everyone matters – in the scheme of life and in the world. You are important and special and deserve to know it.
“Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.” – Dr. Seuss
Whenever it is, happy birthday.