Another year older....

And all the potential to be my most depressing blog to date!

It was, as was noticed by a small group of friends and well wishers, my birthday yesterday. And once again I find myself contemplating (not brooding I said contemplating) on the North American penchant for the celebration of days that go like any other day but with a reminder that you're far less significant than you would lik to think. Really, it's just another day, albeit one that commemorates life, and as far as the world at large is concerned, it's nothing but another weekday. But we turn it into a thing of promises. It's like New Year's Eve or something, with promises of starting a new year of life, and the whole superstition of "making a wish" and the ideal of getting something that you really wanted. Let's face it, we never get what we really want.

Birthdays are made out to be something of a dream day; a day to fantasize about what could be and what might be, and ultimately it comes short and ends up being just another day of reality coming crashing down on dreams and aspirations.

Sorry for the rather uninspirational blog. We all have our days. Mine just happened to be yesterday. And by all means, enjoy your birthdays. Please!