While my family spoiled me this weekend it occurred to me, we don’t just celebrate our actual birthday anymore. Now we celebrate a birthday week or at least a birthday weekend. Apparently one day a year isn’t enough. But here’s a thought. Maybe we shouldn’t celebrate our birthday at all, but rather, celebrate the ones who gave us life?
How different the world would be if our narcissistic society began to show thoughts of gratitude towards those who helped them along the way. It’s hard to imagine a world full of such kindness. Maybe that’s what heaven is like.