The Anniversary We All Share
As I cope with the grim realities, that are the anniversary of my birth, children are
being born to share it. However they unlike me are not informed about their reality. They
are not presented with a script that tells them when they can eat or when they'll be
loved. They are at the mercy of the first person they see and whether that person will
want them.
Condemned to live in uncertainty, with various educations. The ones with the least to
offer have my sympathy. These children unlike their wealthier counterparts will most
likely have worse lives then their parents, with less benefits and yet still be offered
the promise of happiness and financial independence, which is the cruelest lie of all.
Because ...fore most of the infants born today are equal in their first few minutes of
life, their places in society have already been decided.
Decided by people they may or may not ever meet. Their lives destined to fork off and be
divided into different worlds. Their small minds filled with various knowledge. Some good,
some bad and some deadly.
However we will always be linked by an anniversary. The only evidence we were ever equal.
A testament to innocence that's robbed from us all too soon. We go about our days never
thinking it, we concentrate on what we see. However a birthday is a global anniversary and
we should celebrate not only ourselves but each other.
The people we love, the people we hate,
...the old, the young and the just born.
We were all the same in the beginning.
- This is an essay I wrote about birthdays and their paradox. I posted it as a narrative
because I wanted to share it.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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