Birthdays, Birthdays. – Day 179, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Birthdays.
What are they for a recluse?
Is celebration mandatory,
Is it even an option?
As every holiday zips by without any contact.
You begin to question the meaning of your mistaken existence.
But,
What’s the point knowing we all woke up,
Suddenly,
Without any knowledge of what life is exactly?
I guess,
Our lives come with meaning we must do our best to discover.
A meaning hidden,
At first,
With purpose.
A purpose found in every smile,
Frown,
Moments of victory and failure.
Heartbreaks.
Fits of rage fashionable for no one…
After all,
It’s my birthday!
I’ve worn sorrow on my sleeve for too long.
I’ve learned everything I could from it with countless wears and tears.
It’s about time I change the shirt,
And,
See the kind of gifts God has allowed me to bear…