There are some feelings that can't be forgotten even in a million years. One of such feelings is that of euphoria.
Euphoria can be defined as a feeling of intense happiness and that is what I felt some time ago.
As I sat to reminisce on my happy moments from the past, I remembered one of the days I was most elated. The memories from this day always come with nostalgia. It was on my eighteenth birthday.
I'm not the type to really work myself up over a birthday. I used to see birthdays as a reminder that I wasn't getting any younger; my thoughts weren't wrong after all.
A lot of people make a fuss about their eighteenth birthday. Maybe because eighteen is the apex of teenhood or so–I still can't wrap my fingers around it. I had already planned my birthday mentally. It fell on a Saturday and we all see Saturdays as a day for sanitation (at least most of us do.)
My plan was to wake up, clean up, watch some movies, most likely read my school books and sleep. Viola the day would be over. I didn't know that other people had some plans up their sleeves.
The day came and the first part of my plan was set into action. I noticed that my lodge was unusually quiet. That didn't really bother me because my lodgemates were always absent, especially on weekends.
I washed a few of my clothes in my bathroom and on my way to air the clothes I saw a lodgemates holding a bucket. Of course I thought he wanted to air his clothes too so I didn't give it much thought. The next thing I heard was:
"Wongi, I'm very sorry" whoooosh no he did not! He didn't just pour a full bucket of water on me. Immediately he finished his deed, I saw the rest of my lodgemates popping out of their hiding spot with their own buckets of water.
Run! was my first instinct but I was surrounded. They got me in a tight corner and poured water on me till their heart content. By the time they were done with me, I was dripping but not in finesse :-)
They sang a happy birthday song for me and I went in to freshen up, thinking it was over. After freshening up, I heard a knock on my door. This was the first time I actually got breakfast in bed. They had prepared breakfast for me and they called it "bong bongs special". It was a really tasty breakfast, better than what I had in mind to eat for breakfast.
The rest of the day was fast paced. I got lots of gifts and well wishes, prayers and goodwill messages. The love was rolling in and this gave me a change of mind. I realised that birthdays are worth celebrating after all.
Not everyone gets to celebrate their birthday because they most likely don't make it to that day. Birthdays are special days for special people.
Many people put up a cover, saying that birthdays are stupid anyways and aren't worth celebrating (I am many people and many people is me). The thing we forget is that celebration doesn't have to be grand and public. You can decide to get yourself a special gift on your birthday, something you really desire. You can also decide to give yourself a break away from all the hustle and bustle that comes with our daily lives. Your ideal birthday gift is something only you would know. Why not gift it to yourself?.
As my thoughts have been reformed, my subsequent birthdays have been and will still be great for as long as I can still remember them. How about you, do you have any memorable birthdays? I'd love to hear about them.
With love, wongi ✨