Let’s strip out all of the ego-centrism about it being “My” day and just look at what it means.
When someone is born, there is generally a celebration of that birth. And each year, on that day it is celebrated once more. What do we celebrate? We celebrate life and being alive.
But throughout the rest of the year we say and hear things like, “As soon as we are born we start to die.” We fear death and we do everything we can to prevent death from occurring (which is wise by the way). But we are so focused on death that we forget to Live. Our fear of death soon becomes a fear to Live and we end up with regrets and moments we wish we would have done something differently.
But then once a year, we remember to live. Only once a year.
Death is a natural process of life. Even in death, there is life. When the body decays and feeds the creatures in the soil which then fertilize the plants allowing flowers and grass and trees to grow. So I say, focus on life. Because life is all there is. Don’t be afraid to live. You are so alive, even in the hours of death.
When you live in a state of being alive and celebrating life, a birthday is insignificant. You won’t need a date on a calendar to validate your being alive. You live it everyday.
June 7th, is my birthday. And my wish is that all of humanity, for a moment, remembers what it is to be alive.
Even in your sorrow you are alive, so alive to feel such a great heartbreak. So alive to be so touched by tenderness and love. So alive to sit in peace and vulnerability.
You are Alive.
Now go and LIVE!