I’m not a fan of birthdays.
I should quantify that, I’m not a fan of my own birthday. Every year, I get asked what I want as a gift and I never want anything, I don’t want any fuss, I don’t want people fussing over me or spending money on me when they could be spending money on themselves or others. It’s not something that I feel comfortable with although if someone wants to get me Scalextric or Subbuteo tomorrow, I may well change my opinion.
Birthdays are like Hogmanay for me. I look at the year just gone and judge how it’s been. Have I been a good person? Have I made the people closest to me happy? Have I had more successes than mistakes? I make resolutions on the 22nd of March rather than on the 31st of December.
Is it an age thing? As I get older, I worry less and less about how the day will go and what gifts I receive. Tomorrow I’ll be a year older, although I don’t think that it is one of those birthdays where I’m suddenly in a new age bracket for any survey that I might take.
Friday 22nd of March 2013 seems like a lifetime ago. So many life decisions have changed in the 364 days since then. I’ve moved house. I’ve changed job. I’ve committed myself to someone, that barring any unforeseen disaster that I’ll marry.
Voltaire said, “God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well”.
It’s a quote I like and one that I fully intend to adhere to. Today, someone that I respect greatly sent me another quote that relates to this.
“Above all, I would like to be remembered as a man who was selfless, who strove and worried so that others could share the glory, and who built up a family of people who could hold their heads up high”
It’s not the full quote but it’s from Bill Shankly and it relates to his time in charge of Liverpool.
If I can do that, especially as I grow older, then I’ll die a happy man.
Live your life.