Published on 7/12/2023
Today I turn 22 years old. As I am getting older and older, I am starting to not get the point in celebrating birthdays. Why do we even celebrate these kinds of days? Yes, when I was younger, I had a blast with all of the birthday parties and presents and cake, and just everything else that I did. I loved the presents I would ask for each year. I remember feeling really lucky that my birthday was in the summer and Christmas was at the end of the year, because I could always ask for much different things, whereas someone like my brother who was born in February cannot do those kinds of things. It gave me time to think about the current things I wanted. Something else that I’m also starting to realize about that is now that I am working and living on my own, most of the presents I ever could have wanted back then, I can buy myself now. I mean I was able to buy the Series X on launch day three years ago, as well as the PS5 just four months later! I was also able to buy an iPhone (yes, while it was the SE) on launch day! Buying these kinds of things most of the time leaves me just asking for money for my birthday, or things like AAA. And now I’m at the age past 21 where I feel like all that a birthday even does is remind you that you are just a year closer to death. “But every day you are also getting closer to death,” one might say. That is true. The year mark is just a bench mark. You normally don’t say “I’m 8,035 days old!” (Days since I was born) Who would even remember that? I just had to look it up because I was so unsure about it! So I wonder why today on what just seems like another normal Wednesday I am randomly getting all these texts and notifications of people wishing me to have a happy birthday. What about every other seemingly normal day? Why just today should I be happy? Oh, because I am turning one year older. While in actuality, I am just turning one day older. But we don’t celebrate thousands or hundreds of days. We only celebrate 365 (or 366 if it’s a leap year), and even then we don’t say the days, only the year. As I’m writing this, I’m starting to prove my point more and more. Is my birthday like a holiday? I technically only had one “birth day. ” The only other person’s birth that I really like celebrating is Jesus on Christmas, which is a much better birthday to celebrate, even if his birthday is seemingly in the summer. But me, having that day to celebrate for me seems wrong, definitely not to the levels of Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Memorial Day, and even Veterans Day. I did a little bit of research into the history of birthday celebrations to see why we do celebrate them, and here’s what I found.