There’s something strange about birthdays. You wake up in the morning and you feel different, like everything must be special today. But it’s just a day, like any other. Only your perception of it is different.
As a child I waited excitedly, for what seemed like eternities. How could a day ever live up to such expectations?
As the years got relatively shorter, and birthdays became more frequent, a twinge of dread began accompanying the excitement. Birthdays started to look limited.
This year I tried a different approach; just to see it as a day to reminisce, check in on myself, and appreciate what is.
I stopped craving gifts a long time ago, but I can’t help but notice the gifts that life has presented me. First of all the opportunity to experience this precious life, in human form. Coming to Korea, I was pleased to find out that Buddha’s birthday is celebrated in May, just before or just after my own, maybe one day, while I’m here, they will come together on the same day. I took refuge and my precepts in May, 2008, and two weeks later, still in May, I met EunBong. A year later, a week before my birthday, Fina was born.
I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate my birthday then to appreciate what’s happened in my life, and the people who have come into it in May!