Summary

On her birthday, the author reflects on personal growth and inner peace, finding beauty in the celebration of life and self-acceptance.

Abstract

The author conveys a sense of tranquility and joy through a metaphorical birthday party in her mind. Despite the uncertainties of what the actual celebration might entail, she finds solace in her journey and the person she has become. Acknowledging the absence of her father and the loss of her childhood home, she embraces the present moment with grace. The author expresses love for herself and others, recognizing the importance of choosing where to invest her energy and accepting life's unchangeable aspects. She cherishes this self-realization and love as her true birthday gifts.

Opinions

The author views her birthday as an occasion to celebrate not just the day but also her life's progress.
She feels a disconnect between the external realities of life, like the loss of her father and home, and her internal state of peace.
The author considers self-love and acceptance as significant achievements, indicative of personal growth and healing.
Despite past hardships, the author maintains a positive outlook, valuing the present and the connections she has with others.
The concept of time and the finite nature of birthdays is acknowledged, but it does not diminish the joy and specialness of the present celebration.

Reflections

The Birthday Party in My Mind is Beautiful…

Celebrating my birthday through a poem

December 9, 2020

It is my birthday today

The party has yet not started

I don’t even know what it will be like, if it will be.

Yet still in my mind, a carnival is happening

I feel happy

Not so much about my birthday

as about where I am today.

If you see a girl dancing amidst chaos

smiling after the pancake burns

mentioning stars while you talk taxes

that would probably be me.

My birthday party is fun

I see childhood all decked up

The old age smiling in white

Both standing on the other side of the mirror

I get to touch neither.

The walls, the colors, the faces and the promises

The journey has been longer and deeper than I ever imagined

Ask me, what I don’t remember from the chapters I can not read anymore.

The “home” is gone and so is my father who I thought I forever owned

But this moment is beautiful on it’s own

I feel peace

It triggers less, it hurts less

The healing is faster, the hopes are more

I know what is important in life and I can choose where to indulge

I accept what can not be and what will be —

both from the prism of always

and with equal grace.

And, this seems enough to live better

They say that birthdays are special

I feel special

On my birthday, on every day

Perhaps the gift has arrived

I am in love with myself

in a way that never was

Perhaps because after being to all the parties

and thanking everyone for wishing me

I am finally back home to see

a cake still waiting to be cut.

A cake I once made for myself

but forgot to eat.

Today, I cut it with a smile

Today, I love everyone a little more

So, “Happy Birthday To Me”

I know that someday there will be no returns of the day

But that’s okay.

Because the birthday party in my mind is beautiful…