I’ve been thinking that birthdays are like the wind in a sense. They come and go. Birthday celebrations are thought to have begun with the cult of Mithras which originated in Persia and then was spread by Roman soldiers. Birthday celebrations were rare during the Middle Ages but made a comeback during the Reformation period. They were seen as a good way to transfer customs from the Saint’s Days to other dates.
Even today, the celebration of birthdays is not universal in the West. Some folks people prefer “name day” celebrations. I’m not opposed to that. Jehovah’s Witnesses do not celebrate either, considering them to be pagan festivals. They have a point I guess. Because they originally were; along with Christmas and Easter. Many old fogies hate birthdays since it remindes them that they are getting older. Makes no sense to me. I’m glad to be here, period and I take almost any opportunity to celebrate and eat cake and ice cream and open gifts and have a toast to myself. Oh yeah.