Every year on one’s birthday, the feel-good enzymes rush out and inspire one to be overly reflective, spritely, and then prone to do something special and particularly positive. As the years add up however, the little red devil in your mind whispers, says who? Is there a rule somewhere that we do not know about, which dictates us to be pensive, melodramatic and mushy on our birthdays? Why not on ordinary days, like giving it a go 365 days straight?
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HONORING MY MOTHER