A year goes by so fast. 365 days go by so fast you don’t even realize that it’s already been a year.
Before anything else, I would like to greet myself a very happy birthday! Another year has passed; a year older, and hopefully, wiser. One can wish.
This year, I didn’t plan on celebrating my birthday. I kept it low – key. I changed my name on Facebook, turned off the birthday notification, and just stayed quiet about the whole thing. I don’t want to be bombarded with greetings just because Facebook told them to greet me on my special day. I don’t want to make it a big deal, too. It’s just another day, I guess, just the day I was born.
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!”
Auld. Lang. Syne.
One of the fondest memories I have of my childhood, weird as it may seem, is about me with my cousins crouched on a tomb bathing in the light of candles surrounding us while watching our uncle collect candle wax, and forming a ball out of them. Yes, a memory of my All Saint’s Days during the good old days.
Suicide is a very sensitive topic. Thinking about it or even discussing it openly is considered a taboo here in the Philippines. It’s one of the topics that are not openly discussed within a household. To talk about it is against Pinoy’s nature because we are deemed conservatives.
Although I love to write about my life experiences, and share them to the world, I always remind myself that I am not a writer. I am not an author, or whatever you call someone who writes for a living or even just for fun. I just love to write.
I would never forget that last month of 2014. I got sick. Really sick. It was the kind of sickness that I thought I would never get over with.
I thought I was going to die.