Reflection

On the day of my birthday, the time has come, once again, for a moment of reflection on the 22 years I have breathed and lived.

My utmost gratitude for the wonderful set of parents I'm this lucky (or has it anything to do with luck?) to have. While writing this post, I'm reminded of the upcoming Father's Day on June 19. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we have Parents' Day - or Parent's Day for those single moms and dads out there - as well? But, today means nothing to my Mom and Dad. Why? Easy breezy, they don't celebrate my Gregorian birthday. Grins. Culture, people. Still, they are the best parents ever.

Ego, coming right up!

Needless to say, human thinks about themselves all the time, only on several occasions can they be outright selfish without being frowned upon, and birthday is one of those days. Thanks to the great system our ancestors have invented or rather, discovered - what with all the concepts of time and space - we celebrate birth day each year! Hell, my 22 years of flesh and blood may just be 0.0000000000001 milliseconds for some beings in the galaxy far, far away.

Today was a long day, all was spent talking with a group of great people who have been with me through thick and thin these past four years. Friends really do make your day! And well wishers from other parts of the world, reading your words and hearing your voice made me smile like an idiot.

Positivity aside, birthday is also one of the days you can't help but think about your own mortality. Argh, I am so self-conscious. Can't seem to stop talking about myself.

Really. Thanks.