birthday
It’s gloomy. The world was dark grey. It’s my birthday.
I’m one of the people who don’t get that much excited about their birthdays. Do not get me wrong, I do celebrate in my own little ways. It’s a blessing as they say. But I don’t make a big fuss about it.
To me, it’s just as regular as any other day. I just happened to be born this day years ago.
So I went to work as usual. Did some inspection out of the office. Back by lunch, did some work.
At the end of the day, I felt tired. I wanted to write but had nothing to journal about. I wanted to say I enjoyed the day, but something felt missing.
‘Happiness comes from within’. It sounds great but.. the f* does that mean? I should be happy but I’m not sure I was.
Is it normal to be sad on your birthday? There’s so much to reflect on.
And then it’ll hit you. You realize the life you want isn’t even close.
It’s just.. depressing.
late post, birthday was a few days ago