Happy Birthday to my Mom! Another year, another marker in life. Birthdays are usually existential reminders of our own realities. Time has passed. Why are we here? What have we accomplished? What’s the point to all of this? But, after having gone through all that I’ve gone through in such a short period of time, all I care about is living in this moment, right now. I am ecstatic that I am alive today and able to celebrate my mom’s birthday with cake and dinner and flowers and balloons as trivial as it might sound. That’s all it is right now. It’s me getting to celebrate, with my mom and family, just being alive.