Well, this September is over and for me personally, the month of September is a bittersweet month for me. There are a number of memories in this month and the first would have to be my birthday.
For me, I don't really celebrate my birthday and you only need to celebrate it twice; once when you're 1 and another when you're 21. Growing up, I didn't have much time around people and I would celebrate or rather, not celebrate it alone. There were a few years that I went out on the streets to people watch on my birthday and only going home when it was late into the night.
What's the point of celebrating the day that you were borne? It happens yearly and I don't really see the meaning of it and normally it would be with hypocritical people that are all around you.
For these few years, my parents would ask me if I would want to celebrate but I would always give the excuse that I going out to celebrate with my friends when in fact, I'm not doing anything. I just want to push everything away.
My constant companion for the day that I was borne would either be the 4 walls or the streets.
However, all these changed when I came to church and found my second family and I really began to feel the warmth again and I really thank God for that. But then again, I still don't feel like celebrating my birthday yearly. I choose not to tell others about my birth date and for certain sites, I choose to hide it so that others would not know. Only those that truly have good memory and or those that write it down somewhere and share with others would know about it.
But then again, I'm still waiting for 1 person to wish me on my birthday like you said you would many years ago. Even though I've lost your contact and you've changed it, I've still kept mine in the hopes that I would hear from you again. No matter where you might be or how you are, I would always remember you. The times we spent and the bond we formed would never be forgotten by me.
