What's the point of having birthday?
Is it about the day which you become a center of attention?
About gifts?
Or is it just another same day like last year, last month, last week or even worse..yesterday?

People celebrate birthday as the moment of reminding. A moment when a fragile creature see the world for very first time, easily touch by everyone; others will happily smile when she cries.
That little creature then naturally knows there's an angel right in front of her, hugs her every single minutes, kisses her, feeds her and simply called by Mom.

In my childhood birthday was about making a wish. As i got older, birthday was about waiting for surprise, pretending that i hope nothing but my eyes kept looking everywhere searching for hidden gift.
Mom never stops trying to make it special.

Living alone in this new city, birthday transforms into a struggle againt the loneliness.

About couple hours a head, once again i will have another May 1st.
And i still don't know what i want for my birthday.
I'm not struggling to fight the loneliness anymore, seems that i get used to it.
Well, this year May 1st won't be so much precious. Feels like another Sunday comes. I may go for run tomorrow.