Today, the day I'm sixteen years old. Today, the day where new legal openings can be seen - I can now be hired and paid on a contract basis.

What I can't get over is that as I grow older, I seem to enjoy my birthdays less. In a bid to seem egoistic and calculative, I'm just wondering how difficult is it to wish someone happy birthday, because ventures aside, the number of happy birthdays I received, even from my family is lesser than the number of fingers I have.

It's pretty sad, that we have to give up so much, to be in this society. We have forgotten the things that can make someone's day, we have forgotten how to smile, even. Our lives are soaked in work, work and more work, and the occasional gossip. This brings to mind a song by Blue, "Where is the Love?". That's a question that I would love to position to society, but then again, is it worth it?

Taking that my entire of today, supposedly a day where I could have fun, and enjoy the day I'm officially 16, was spent on projects, or rather, a project. Well, I have completed my showcase portfolio, though I know it pales in comparison with many others'. On the other hand, my 10 minute powerpoint, or rather, the powerpoint I created in 10 minutes, looks so much more abstract, so much better than my portfolio. The wonders of life never cease to amaze me.

I'm going out of point, but then again, who cares? This far down the road of my life, and all I'm surrounded by are cold muggers, with a handful of people who do care. I mean like, as I was typing this, Arun just wished me a happy birthday. Is it that hard? Actually, I wouldn't want to answer the question. I'll bet that there are so many out there who can't even remember their own birthdays that it's tragic.

Life is tragic, a twisted story that we have all come to adapt to. Sure, I might want to be a non-conformist, but look at where that would leave me, probably in the same circumstances like Ignatius J. Reilly, the character from A Confederacy of Dunces.

What is life, anyway?