Cake, Karma, and Contemplation: The True Meaning of Birthdays for a Queer Buddhist like Me
This November, I’ve turned 44, and I find myself reflecting deeply on what I truly desire from life on my birthday. For those who know about my current health situation, wishing for good health may seem like the most natural desire. However, I've come to realize that there is so much more to consider. 1. Wishing for good health can lead to false hope. 2. It contradicts the Buddha’s teaching that life is subject to old age, sickness, and death. 3. It still ties me to the notion that only positive outcomes should come my way while rejecting the negative. I know this may sound convoluted, so please allow me to clarify. The first time we cry is on the day we enter this world. My mother carried me for 11 to 12 months before I made my grand entrance into life in Singapore, illustrating my stubborn character. I know what you're thinking—how is that possible? But in my mother's time, there were no cesarean sections. Upon birth, if you’re fortunate, your first cry is loud, bringing
