Just another day. Nothing special.
I don’t get the hoo-ha over birthdays; one, you become older and, two, you are closer in your journey towards the final destination of death. Birthdays are just a morbid way to celebrate living through and surviving one year of suffering.
It is however, heart-warming, to get birthday greetings from family and friends. It is good to know in some way that people remember your existence. And even if only for one day (or less), they may appreciate your existence and their relationship with you.
Forgive my morbid outlook on reality. But humanity is at its last straw with me. Maybe I’m just a horrible person and an outcast in society. Nonetheless, I appreciate my own existence. Happy birthday Logen…