When I was younger I used to just shrug it off, most probably because I thought people were gonna forget about it anyways, so why even bother remember it myself?
Well now, celebrating my birthday means a lot more than just reposting a friend's IG story, or splurging some amount of money. Instead, as cheesy as it may sound, to me it's about honoring the fact that I am alive, that I was born in this world 25 years ago, that I am a person...
Sure, it's not much. Is that even an achievement, being a person, turning older? I used to think that way. But holding a celebration, in fact, doesn't really need a particular achievement to celebrate over--I mean, think of it as a form of unconditionally loving yourself.
So thank you for being born, Ariska.
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