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.