When Bapak gave me his old blazer, I cried violently with absolutely no expression on my face. My tears leaked from my tearduct uncontrollably as I tried to figure out what I was actually feeling to have triggered this burst of emotion.
I just realized that all my things are hand-me-downs or second-hands. I never had a problem with this but last night proved otherwise. "Don't be ungrateful Afiq, don't be selfish Afiq." I scolded myself. I guess I've been keeping this little emotion in a little box and locked it in a secret cupboard.
I hate bithdays.
Birthdays is the only day when you think of yourself and self-centredness is the root of misery. Happiness is selflessness in contributing and focusing thoughts and energy into something we feel passionate about.
That's why I hate birthdays.