It’s my 37th birthday. So what?
The more birthdays pass, the more I think “What have I contributed to the world? What have I done to make it better? Has my existence helped others at all?” If the mortality age for men in Malaysia is between 72-74, then I’m actually middle-aged now. (Hmm, let’s see. 74 divide by 2 equals, yes, 37! Memories still intact!) Hopefully, I have some more good years ahead of me. I hope I have many more opportunities to make the world a better place.
Normally I take a day off on my birthday. Not today. It’s Friday, and I don’t want to waste my annual leaves. (Saving them for vacation with Belacan Girl next year.) I hope I don’t spend my birthday arguing in meetings, or worse, losing my temper getting stuck in traffic jams.
I honestly don’t know what to say. I don’t like birthdays, but I do like my birthday dinners with Belacan Girl. We normally have dinner some place special. Wonder where it will be tonight?
As the famous painter Pablo Picasso once said “It takes a long time to become young.” The philosopher Voltaire also said, “God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.”
I fully agree with them both.
P.S: Al-fatihah to my late father, Cheese Boy Senior, who shares the same birthdate with me. I miss you Babah.