When I was 20, I was a perfect case study of FOMO.
A college classmate used to have at least 4-5 birthday cakes—one in the midnight with family and close friends, one in the morning before leaving for college, then 2-3 in the evening with surprise from friends, and one in the grand party in the evening.
I remember sitting next to my sister and telling her how she had an amazing life. And also secretly wishing I had such treatment given on my birthdays.
Years went by, and now I realise I do not want to be her in the first place.
Not because there was something flawed with the life of that college friend, but I like being quiet all days.
My wiser self also now knows you have to navigate life on your own, be it storm or success.
The best part is I do not feel empty. I feel fuller than ever. Meditating 2X every day. Exercising. Journalling. Reading.
Nothing could be a better birthday gift to yourself than living your days you want to, not from a FOMO version of someone else from more than 10 years agao.