23 and still sappy...
There's that moment in life where you'd really like to do something you'd probably regret, but then you do it anyway, so here's mine: I've heard that birthdays means being a step closer to your grave (well technically it does)... Ever since then, aside from the mandatory cake (I mean HBD greeting aren't a big deal to me, but not having cake's like saying don't celebrate at all!) I've thought birthdays are no big deal. You get gifts, you eat out, and that's it nothing special. Especially if you're born on the 13th of August (and your birthday happens to land on a Friday), everyone thinks the day is cursed you can't help but feel that maybe you are too.
(that was the intro) This year I finally felt like I never wanted it to come. I did not want to just be reminded of my existence, I never did. Lately, I feel like I've taken too much crap from a lot of people, letting everyone walk all over me, and life has kept throwing rocks at me. A week before our birthday, (happened to be born on the same week, my bad luck must have rubbed off on him), one of my furbabies had distemper virus. Until now I' don't know if he'll last till his birthday. He's breathing and standing but looking at him is agonizingly heartbreaking. I kept asking why now, I've had enough reason to not want to exist or to be reminded that I am. In the end, I realized, whether you want to be or not, you just have to be. In the end, there would always be an answer to my whys. Why everything happened, and the reason for my being.
A left-handed, born on #LeftHandersDay, just one of the reason to be born on this date, cursed or not, I'd just have to make the most out of it, if I can't live for myself, I've got to live for the greater good.
All I wanted to say is, even tho I don't want to exist, I am still grateful, I don't know if that's possible but I am, I've got people and GOD to thank for that.









