I hear so many people these days bemoaning another birthday. “I just want to crawl in a hole and forget I’m getting older,” they say, “why celebrate one more year closer to death?" They point out the wrinkles and the gray hair. They talk about the “good ole days when they were young and beautiful.” They cry about all of the calories in cake and ice cream.
Well I say, that’s bulls*#t! Every birthday is a reminder that we’re still alive. We’re another year closer to perfection! And one gigantic chunk of birthday cake and a scoop of ice cream is NOT going to do that much damage, compared to lying face down in a salad, whining about belly fat and falling asleep alone in front of the TV at eight!
We celebrate birthdays because we still can! Life is short. A birthday is a joyous occasion! So I say, every year we should celebrate another chance to be grateful for this wonderful life! Today is my birthday, I’m sixty one years old, and I’m happy to be here! And yes...cake will be eaten!