I used to wonder why people wish birthday celebrants with good health, or better careers, or happiness. It baffled me that these things were being wished for because weren’t these things already a given? Why can’t they wish that the celebrant have a new car, or a house, or a new Louis Vuitton bag instead?
Then, a friend of mine lost her battle to cancer. She was living a clean life, but life surprised her with a fault in her liver. It was so sudden, so unexpected, and I wished we knew why it happened. But life happens that way… life always gives the biggest surprises — whether we love it or not, and I realise that I don’t want such a surprise to happen to me. Now, I understand and appreciate being wished good health for my birthday. It definitely beats having a car.
Then, there are people who don’t like the work they are doing. Yes, it brings them money, but it doesn’t make them happy. It doesn’t help them grow — personally, and professionally. It doesn’t give them fulfillment. When I was still studying, I couldn’t wait to graduate and earn a living for myself. Regardless of what job it was, I was ready to slave myself away so I could buy for myself the latest gadgets, the nicest clothes, the loveliest bags. Then, I started working, and I learned that earning money wasn’t as easy as I once thought it would be. There are people like me who plunged head on into the workforce, and find themselves not liking what they are doing. We all have the same mentality — earn money, and love the work after. It doesn’t work like that, though. You have to love your work, and the money will follow. So yes, I thank those who wish me a good (better?) career.
Then, there are people who seemed to have it all, but are still unhappy. They have the riches, but they are sick. They can buy whatever they want but at the end of the day, they only have material possessions and nothing more. What is a new house for, if you are the only one living in it? Does the new Birkin make good company? So, I wish happiness for myself happiness. I wish for the rest of my life to be full of things that make me happy.
And what makes me happy? It’s nothing more than seeing my mom happy. It’s nothing more than having a happy family (with dad being with us in spirit). It’s nothing more than having to come home to a house full of love and care. It’s nothing more than revelling in the warm company of my friends.
I used to wonder why people wish birthday celebrants with good health, or better careers, or happiness. I used to.
Thank you for your prayers and well wishes. Keep them coming!🙂