Once every year, we commemorate the day we were born. Traditionally, we celebrate it by preparing some feast to treat our loved ones. But some choose not to treat it as a special day, maybe because of their religion, or financial problems, or they simply don't want it. And that's okay. I am one of those people.
The study says that the earliest mention of a birthday was already around 3, 000 BCE. It started with the Egyptians, who celebrated the crowning of their pharaohs, believing that a new "god" was born.
Birthdays back then were not celebrated based on what day or year you went out of your mother's womb. If you were a slave or a commoner, your birthday was not a thing. Luckily, we are already living in the present, and we have the liberty to celebrate it or not.
Today is my birthday. From the age of 19 up until this year, I learned a lot. Most of them are about self-understanding, going out of my comfort zone, and observing the behavior of other people.
Just to share, human psychology fascinates me a lot. There are things that I just discovered recently but already happened several years ago. For instance, my childhood traumas. These traumas had an effect on my present personality and behavior, and watching and reading about them makes me understand myself more, which helps me improve.
Reaching this age is the time when I felt the pressure of transitioning into adulthood. If back then I didn’t think about my career often, right now I consider almost every big decision I make and its impact on my future. It's exhausting, but I guess it's just normal. Perhaps the coming years will be more difficult. Like Gen Z says, another year, another slay.
Over the years, the people who remember my birthday have become fewer and fewer. At first, I took it seriously, but I realized that I should be happy about it because I have the chance to know who cares. I don’t get mad at those people who forgot my special date. I understand that the world doesn't revolve only around me and that they still have many things to care about. Instead of wasting my time waiting for their happy birthday greetings, I need to distract myself by doing something more important, like writing my blogs.
If you’re curious if there’s a celebration at my house, there’s none. My mother keeps on asking me what I want for my birthday, and I told her that I want a valid ID and a PAG-IBIG Savings Account. I’ve been eyeing this for months, but I can’t start because I’ve been waiting for my national ID to arrive. But since there's a problem with the distribution, I think I’ll just get other valid IDs. On a serious note, I told her that if she still wants to prepare something for me, just keep it simple. As much as possible, I want it to be celebrated only with them. Aside, if there's not enough budget, not celebrating at all is fine with me.
Anyway, I ordered a grilled burger yesterday. I saw it on a Facebook ad, and the shop is right near our place. Since it's my birthday, I should treat myself.
At around 8:30 pm, someone knocked at the gate, and viola! My order was here! I paid 50 pesos for the delivery fee and 175 pesos for the two burgers. I also bought one for my brother because he likes this kind of food. From afar, I can smell the aroma of the grilled beef, and this alone makes me excited to taste it.
The taste and size were worth it. To be honest, their burger is way more delicious compared to other famous burger brands. If you want to try it, check Grilled Burger Factory's social media to see if they have shops near you.
Before I end this, I just want to share how grateful I am for these past few years. Two decades of my life have already passed and I am still here, surviving in this challenging world. I wish for continuous happiness and peace of mind. And I pray that all of my dreams and goals in life come true.
Fin.
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