As I typed the title above, I recalled I once did the same during my previous birthday, I think that was 8 years ago, when I was celebrating (34-8=26) years old. Seems like certain things don’t change.
Anyway, I’ll be celebrating my 34th birthday in another 2 1/2 hours time. Every year I get depressed when it comes to celebrating my birthday. Not that I feel I’m another year older, but because I still don’t find myself as good as I had wished to be.
I felt worst on my 30th birthday, I thought I should be a millionaire by then, but I hadn’t become one.
I felt equally bad on my 32nd birthday, I thought I should be married and have my first kid then, but it didn’t happen.
This year, I was hoping to throw a big birthday bash and have whole bunch of people coming to my party and make me feel like a superstar. But I have decided instead, to go home and spend my birthday with people whom I care a lot.
I have decided to stop wishing for people to do something for me, to make me happy. I have learned, true happiness is when you can make others happy. And I know I will surely be happy this year. Happy birthday to me.
