June 2018 ยท 2 minute read

The best birthdays of all are those that haven’t arrived yet.’ ~Robert Orben

Each year when we blow out the candles on our birthday cake, we wish for a better life. Life right now might be going good, or might be bad. But we wish for something better. Something better still.

Birthdays give hope. We believe our birthday marks the advent of a golden year ahead. We hope to get a better job. We hope to get a better bank balance. We hope for better quality time with our partners. We hope for the world to understand us better. Better clothes. Better house. Better friends.

This feeling of hope is what I find the most beautiful in birthdays. As if birthday promises to give us anything we wish for. Doesn’t matter if life’s bestowing upon us harsh treatment, we believe everything will get better by our next birthday.

American Poet Lucy Larcom feels the same about birthdays,
‘Whatever with the past has gone, the best is always yet to come.’

Robert Lynd, the Irish writer, agrees that there isn’t a greater joy than a birthday,
‘Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one’s own brightened the world as if a second sun has risen.’

Father Larry Lorenzoni, though puts it lightly, implies a deep meaning to birthdays,
‘Birthday’s are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest.’

Many of us find birthdays intensely disappointing. We crave to live under the delusion of being younger; or hate being labeled as ‘in ‘late’ thirties.’ Believe me, figures apart, there’s so much more to birthdays. You can treat it as a beginning. Or treat is as the dawn of rejuvenation of life. Or treat it as the time when you’ll compel yourself to come out and take new challenges. And never bother about aging. After , you can compensate for ‘growing old’ by not ‘growing up.’