I’m getting one year older. I wouldn’t like to be, but I have to be.
I still remember that at this time of last year, I wrote a entry When Birthday Is Coming. I showed everyone my being confused and unhappy. In order to avoid boring repeat, I title this entry The Coming Birthday. However, this entry is still about my confusion and unhappiness.
It’s a real picture of my current situation. So if you say happy birthday to me, I will appreciate it. But I don’t care. In fact, few people know my exact birthday date. Most of past years, I got through my birthday peacefully. So I will this year, maybe.
When I was at home, celebration of birthday was not regarded enough in my family. It seemed that family wasn’t used to celebrate one’s birthday ceremoniously. At that time, I just ate two eggs which Mum cooked for me on my birthday. No cakes.
Then far away from home. I tried to celebrate my birthday every year. I had tried. But the fact was I still did anything special on that day. People around me seldom knew my birthday and I found celebrating a birthday was too expensive, i.e., it’s unnecessary to celebrate the birthday. So my birthday looked like other ordinary days. At most, I wrote some articles to commemorate it.
This birthday is my last birthday at university. But till now I haven’t planned to hype it up. It seems to be peaceful again. I choose to put a picture of birthday cake here.
Comparing to the birthday, I pay more attention to my future. What is my career plan? And what is the direction of my life?
Where am I going?