Birthdays are a funny thing. To remember and celebrate the day that you came into the world, to rejoice at your birth, to honour the day of your coming into the world and the years which you have lived.
To have a birthday is to celebrate another milestone. It is to reach a set point in time where you come of a certain age, a number of years since you were brought into the world. As you get older birthdays may get less significant. Parties become a thing of the past, presents become scarce and genuine birthday wishes from friends and family transform into emails or Facebook messages.
One of my good friends turned 22 years old yesterday yet she didn’t want to make a big fuss out of it, opting for a dinner with friends. Another friend sticks to his mantra of ‘Age is only a number’ and this rings true. What does it matter how many years you have lived? Does a number define a person? An 80 year old can have the life of a 20 year old whilst a teenager can live one of fully fledged adult. What you make of your life is up to you, not the number which gets a plus one after reaching a check point every year!