On birthdays

I don't know about you, but I love hearing the cell in the morning and after reaching for it, never finding at first, dropping it 3 times I can hear at the other side, through small buzzing " Happy birthday!" . Once a year we get to hear that instead of annoying songs or sounds especially designed  to  make us leave that comfortable nest and throw ourselves into the mists of modern life... honking cars, traffic, steaming fast-food coffee, lots of papers to carry, never enough space in your bag... a woman's life
But I still don't understand the people who don't like celebrating their birthdays. I don't mean feasts necessarily, but their own way of sharing one single time a year some good moments with their loved ones.
That's precious, it's even magic, if you want, because living nowadays is more than a struggle, it's daily chore not to lose yourself, to find balance and love. And for me, celebrating a birthday is like a continuous proof that we can still believe in someone or something, we can be loved and we can find strength in moments of despair.
We should thank God for being alive and mostly for every little thing that reminds us of being humans, of having more than a heart, for being more than a body, being a soul...that's our strength, our treasure, our legacy. And I guess we should protect that and enjoy this gift our own way ... 
So enjoy your birthdays and as Cehov said
" Any idiot can face a crisis- it's day to day living that wears you out" ...