Another Lonely Birthday


It’s my birthday morning, yet I don’t feel any different from any other day. As I wake up to the sound of my alarm, the realization sinks in that I’m another year older. I try to muster up some excitement for the day ahead, but my heart just isn’t in it.

My mother is the first to say happy birthday via WhatsApp, as she does every year. The familiar message pops up on my phone, accompanied by a few confetti emojis. I appreciate the gesture, but it feels empty somehow. It’s just a routine, a tradition. Nothing special.

As I get ready for work, I can’t shake off this feeling of emptiness. I try to distract myself with the usual routine of getting dressed, having breakfast, and commuting to work. Yet, I can’t help but feel a sense of sadness that creeps in at the corners of my mind.

At work, several coworkers later on say their well wishes for my special day, but it’s all the same. A few “Happy Birthdays” here and there, but it feels like a facade. Nobody truly cares, and it’s just another day for them. I go through the motions of the workday, trying to keep busy and focused, but my mind keeps wandering to thoughts of what could have been.

Another year has passed, and I still try to move on, but it feels like I’m stuck in the same place.

As the day comes to a close, I try to put on a brave face, but deep down, I feel the weight of another year passing. It’s a reminder that time keeps moving forward, and I can’t turn back the clock. I try to push the thoughts aside and go to bed, but the sense of melancholy lingers on. Another year has passed, and I’m left wondering if anything will ever change.

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