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Do I need to celebrate birthday for when was I really born?
Birthday is a highly rejoicing moment as it is an event which happens once in a year and is countable in one’s life span. But when one ponders over the very existence of oneself, what we are, it is truly due to the blessing of human memory and imagination, what we can remember and think of. Our birthday is a possibility of ticking limited time in human minds and the below rendition is a play of memory and imagination of our existence in the grand scheme of things.
When was I actually born, in the vast span of time?
Or do I exist always?
As a tiny atom quirking through the cosmos,
Did I exist then?
The special condition which fused an atom to another to molecule,
Did I exist then?
The attraction which fused the molecules together to compound,
Did I exist then?
By chance in Goldilocks zone on earth,
Did I exist then?
The perfect time as a single cell on earth,
Did I exist then?
The one that multiplied into many,
Did I exist then?
The complex transformation into those different beings,