This is the day where people are meant to say happy birthday. But I got no presents, or happy birthday greetings, even on Facebook, yes even on Facebook, except from my little sister who said happy birthday as soon I woke up in the morning. After she came back from school she gave me a origami flower she had made. My family is in a habit of giving late presents anyway. Not that presents are the main thing...
But I’m glad. I’ll be honest, and without trying to sound like a hypocrite, I’ve never liked birthdays. For someone who believes in the afterlife, I’ve always thought the purposes of birthdays were really insignificant. I mean obviously, someone who doesn’t believe in a life after death, they will cherish their moments in life and thus will in most cases make a big celebration out of this day. But for me, the day only brings me a day closer to my death. So really it’s just a day where I cherish the life I have but also remember to thank Allah for all that he has given me, especially the extra day He has given me to live. The fact is, anyone can die at an moment, and this is quite scary if you think about it.
A lot of people nowadays say, life is short, so live life to the full. I also say life is short, too short in fact to enjoy the pleasure of this temporary world. To live life, without a purpose is to live life like an animal. They eat, sleep and procreate. We are exactly the same, if we don’t have any purpose. Things like working, eating, sleeping, playing etc. are necessary in order to live the life we are living. But we shouldn’t mix our necessity with our purpose of life.
So anyway, let’s just get back on topic. After having that theological rant, I feel like I’m getting old fast! Birthdays are something young children like and could be done for them just to show you care for them. But as we get older, we have to start setting our priorities straight. Rather than concentrating on making one day of the year special for that particular person in your life, we should try to make everyday special.
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