We live in the age of the hollow celebration. Walk into any restaurant on a given evening and you’ll witness the ritual: strangers awkwardly singing "Happy Birthday" to someone they don’t know, while that someone sits frozen in a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. The cake arrives, ablaze with candles—each one a year survived, not truly lived. This is our culture’s most sacred ceremony, magnificent in its emptiness. The Spectacle of Existence Let’s dig deeper into this performance, because that’s exactly what it is. The modern birthday has mutated from a quiet acknowledgment of time's passage into a desperate theatre of the self. We curate our birthday experiences like museum exhibitions of our own worth: the Instagram stories , the Facebook memories , the carefully orchestrated dinner where everyone must perform their affection on cue. This is not celebration; it’s existential panic dressed up as joy. We live in an attention economy where your birthday becomes you...
Sharing the good news of God's Kingdom By Joseph Kimanzi