I love birthdays, which doesn´t mean that I like getting older. Although it may seem strange, I believe that there is a big difference between the happiness of celebrating my birthday and the “sadness” of becoming an adult.
My family and friends suffer the consequences of my “birthday loving” attitude. Some months before the day, I start talking about my birthday. As I was born in summer, I am used to being on holiday that day, so I usually have dinner with friends the night before and lunch with my family on my birthday. This year I have to work, which would mean having lunch in the office. I found it so depressing that I have decided to take the day off.
I can´t understand when people explain to me that they didn´t remember that it was their birthday, until someone told them. I consider that this is the only day of the year in which the honoured person is the true star. Besides, apart from the presents, a birthday is a day to reunite the family and to talk with old friends.
However, it is true that this date may bring a feeling of melancholy. In my case, the fact of getting older, joined to the end of the summer, means that these are days of thinking about my life in general. What have I done the last twelve months?, am I satisfied with my life?, what are going to be the next steps?… These are some of the questions that I think about the previous weeks. It is also interesting to see the difference between what you have done and what you had planned. For example, at the age of 15, you think that, ten years later, you would be living in a certain way, but life proves that you were totally wrong.
This is because life surprises us constantly. Therefore, I will celebrate my next birthday with the same happiness that I use to. And as the Mad Hatter in ‘Alice in Wonderland’ says: “Think that you only have one birthday, but there are 364 unbirthdays.”