‎"A birthday is a day of celebration and mourning, and an excuse for everything in between." -- Deepak, Jr.

 

You were born, and you will die (or at least become something not recognizable to your relatives).  In between, you get to fuck up as much as you want.  If you think about every action you have taken since your slimy ass came into this world, it’s mind-boggling!  If a butterfly flapping it’s wings in the Himalayan mountains can cause a hurricane in Cuba, then you’ve done a helluva lot of damage.