Sep 07, 2014 14:16
it makes no sense at all
for a day to be dedicated to celebrating
you.
a person.
no groundbreaking breakthroughs as such like trendsettersfamouspeoplehollywoodstarssocialmediagurusfamed.
strange.
not the person who carried you for 9months (because she has another day for herself)
not the other fella whom contributed to your existence (because he has another day for himself)
not the Guy upstairs whom have already fathom your existence since the beginning of the Word.
but you.
a person with your whimsy little inconsequential idiosyncracies.
celebrated even after the sum of all your failures and insufficiencies with all your incapabilities and inadequacies combined.
gushing of compliments showered upon you some more sincere than others but they all say it;
just the same.
gifts strewn across entering the doors of your heart desires because
"what does she/he like?" (but why does it matter isit less of a gift if i get you what I like because all in all i'm still giving you something of value because I VALUE IT?)
but we celebrate
you.
dancing around clapping to the beat of your existence because-
you.
and you and you and you and all of you;
are worth celebrating.