

Tomorrow is my birthday. I’m not exactly looking forward to it. There’s no excitement, no real sense of celebration. Just a date. Just another day. Things change as we get older. As a kid, birthdays felt magical , cake, laughter, someone singing “happy birthday,” and you actually felt important. Things were simpler back then… even happiness. Now? Now a birthday feels more like quiet reflection. Questions like “what’s next?” or “where am I going?” come louder than candles or balloons.
I’m not sad. But I’m not celebrating either.
I’m just living 😏