What does a birthday actually mean? Is it just a day to celebrate one's birth? Or is it a reminder of one's accountability on this earth? Or is it a ticking time bomb? Or is it a calling for bonds, bonding, and binding? I think it's all of these, but bonds, bonding, and binding are the most prominent.
The birth of a child in a family is a calling for celebration, as you welcome the new member who has just landed on planet Earth. The child doesn't bear a name or identity at birth. They are just a child with a throbbing heart. Within hours, the child is introduced to their mother, who bore them in her womb for nine months. Next, they meet their father, whose name will be their identity in this materialistic world.
This bundle of joy is now adored by maternal and paternal grandparents, uncles and aunts, and, of course, cousins. Within weeks, the child is given a name with their parents' taglines. The life journey has begun, and the child is cycling through the cycle of birth, bearing an identity with parents and relatives.
The child, now a tender flower in the basket of relationships, is basking in the bonds, bonding, and binding. They are now bonded with the rope of parental love and tangled in it. A year passes, and it's time to celebrate the child's birth as their birthday. The bonds are tightening now.
The child is introduced to extended families and the outside world, entering the world of bonding. With much pomp and show, the birthday is celebrated by the parents as a part of their prestige. As a one-year-old, the child can't even recognize what a celebration is about, but unknowingly gets affixed into the world of pride and prestige.
The child is now in the shackles of their parents' identity and pride. Years pass, and the child becomes a teenager. The pride and prestige are no longer their cup of tea. They want to break free from the shackles and proceed on their journey of self-recognition.
Alas, in this journey of self-recognition, the human is again bonded and affixed into further relationships, but still unable to break through the shackles of their birth and find their true identity. As the years phase out, the human starts counting their accountability and credits to this world, not realizing they are moving towards the ticking time bomb.
Time has taken a toll on their health, and they are nearing the ticking time bomb, which is getting ready to explode at any moment. With every passing year, I too am getting nearer to the ticking time bomb. I don't know if I can fulfill my accountability to this materialistic world, but I am counting my blessings, which I have through relationships, bonds, and bonding. Time is phasing out... hoping to celebrate another birthday ahead.
Label : Emotional expression
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