another one

my birthday came and went. sometimes i wonder if we celebrate our birthday for the people around us or for ourselves.

some family members were also not enthusiastic about making efforts to mark any occasion and it is difficult to see them fake any semblance of enthusiasm for it. the boy didn't bother to wish me until i curiously prodded him. teenage doldrums, he claimed, ,which i can empathise, but not acquiesce. they wear me down with their inertia. i am disinclined to do anything to mark the day.

the girl came up with an elaborate treasure hunt, of which i am still attempting to unravel. for her time, for her effort, for her love, i am very grateful. for her reminder that it is fun to receive something from someone's heart, i am thankful. i have not receive something that came from the heart for the longest time. something that shows that someone adores you and savour your presence in their lives. for receiving that, i feel guilty. we all live in a sphere of unappreciation and self-centeredness. we go through our life often forgetting the people who has done and mean the most to us. i have gotten used to being that person that people forget.