Birthdays! The most joyful and happy day of the year for some. And for others, it is just an another day. People are generally over enthusiastic on this day. If they do not spend loads of money, drink themselves to death and party late night, they don't consider themselves special. In the age on social media, you can add "Uploading photograph of 3-4 b'day cakes" to that list.
But I fail to understand why would anyone want to celebrate their birthday. What is there to celebrate? It's not like you did something extraordinary by being born. More than 10 people complete the task of coming into the world every second. At the very least, you should feel unfortunate to be a part of the tragedy that began more than 10,000 years ago when humans were cursed with consciousness. It's not like you achieved something special by completing a year. More than 6 billion people hit that milestone. At the very least, you should feel helpless to be part of a race that thinks of itself as superior to all the other races and is adamant enough to the point of destroying everything it can lay its eyes on.
I also do not buy the arguments people present on celebrating their birthdays.
God gave you the opportunity to cherish the beauty of mother nature, but ask yourself haven't you violated your freedom?
You became wiser and more successful than the last year, but the real question is: has your wisdom and success been of any use to the others?
Lets be clear, I'm not against the celebration of the birthdays. I might never understand this ritual but I continue to respect their belief. What is ironic is that this class of people who are now one year wiser and tolerant, fails to accept the views of fellow beings who don't believe in this ritual.
But I fail to understand why would anyone want to celebrate their birthday. What is there to celebrate? It's not like you did something extraordinary by being born. More than 10 people complete the task of coming into the world every second. At the very least, you should feel unfortunate to be a part of the tragedy that began more than 10,000 years ago when humans were cursed with consciousness. It's not like you achieved something special by completing a year. More than 6 billion people hit that milestone. At the very least, you should feel helpless to be part of a race that thinks of itself as superior to all the other races and is adamant enough to the point of destroying everything it can lay its eyes on.
I also do not buy the arguments people present on celebrating their birthdays.
God gave you the opportunity to cherish the beauty of mother nature, but ask yourself haven't you violated your freedom?
You became wiser and more successful than the last year, but the real question is: has your wisdom and success been of any use to the others?
Lets be clear, I'm not against the celebration of the birthdays. I might never understand this ritual but I continue to respect their belief. What is ironic is that this class of people who are now one year wiser and tolerant, fails to accept the views of fellow beings who don't believe in this ritual.
