We celebrate the day you exited the womb.
Cool.
But technically…that’s not when you started. That’s just when you made your public debut.
The real origin story?
Nine months earlier. In total darkness. Against astronomical odds.
Brother, conception day is the true victory.
The Argument
Think about it.
- Millions of competitors.
- One winner.
- Zero training camp.
- No prep.
- No warm-up playlist.
- No “Sad But True”.
You didn’t just show up.
You WON.
Your birthday is basically the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
Conception Day?
That was the championship bout.
The Existential Angle
We obsess over cake, candles, and getting older.
But we rarely pause to think:
You were statistically impossible.
You are the product of:
- Perfect timing
- Genetic roulette
- A thousand tiny contingencies aligning
The world didn’t just “get” you.
You slipped through the cosmic cracks and made it here.
That’s worth celebrating.
Cultural Absurdity
Imagine the Hallmark aisle:
“Happy Conception Day!
“Congrats on being the fastest swimmer!”
Office parties would be awkward.
HR would need policies.
Your mom would be like:
“Please don’t talk about this at dinner.”
🤣
The Real Weapon
Here’s where it lands.
If you won the first race…
Are you living like you did?
You started life as the ultimate long shot success story.
But now how are you living?
Scared? Safe? Small?
Brother.
You’ve already beaten worse odds.
You can beat better ones.
Closing Rally
Maybe we don’t need to actually throw Conception Day parties.
But maybe once a year, instead of just blowing out candles, you ask:
Am I living like someone who fought his way into existence?
Or am I playing like someone who just happens to be here?
Because you won the first battle…
Now it’s time to win the others.