25 Things My Birthday Made Me Realize

Etno series photographed by Ula Koska

Last June 12, as my nation celebrated its Independence Day, I celebrated my 25th year in existence. Now, I don't want to sound cocky about the whole "25 years in existence" because as an adult, that's how birthdays make me feel--not old but acknowledged. 

Although I kind of spent my birthday at work (hey, double pay, right?), got my buddies pizza, chicken and oreo chewies, it still overwhelmed me that people, even those I haven't spoke with in years, would go out of their way to send me a greeting thru Facebook. It's cool to have your birthday on your profile because it reminds people that you ought to be acknowledged for surviving another year. It may only take a tenth of a minute to send someone a Happy Birthday greeting, but it's always sure to warm the celebrant's heart, no matter how half-assed it may have been worded (HBD, may be the laziest greeting but hey, they bothered to send you a greeting nevertheless.)

I actually don't get it when people try to "test" their friends by removing their birthdate on their profiles, and calling on them for forgetting. In a busy world that we live in, in this day and age, as much as birthdays are important dates to remember, people still ought to be reminded. Honestly, dates are the hardest things to memorize, and without Facebook reminders, I would most likely forget even my family's birth dates.

Running through such a long list of people who greeted me yesterday was what made me feel extra awesome. Seriously, I almost cried! That's how emotional I can get for being acknowledged. It's simply one of the best feelings in the world. Apart from the flowers and gifts I received from my loved ones, of course.

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