Birth or Death: Which Should Be Celebrated?
Burst the Bubble: We’ve probably been cheering at the wrong end of life.
Alright, let’s shake the table.
We throw baby showers like it’s the second coming. We post gender reveals with pyrotechnics that could launch a small nation. We celebrate the potential of a life not yet lived with cake, hashtags, and tiny socks.
But when someone dies?
Silence. Awkward hugs. Overpriced flowers. Whispered condolences.
Like death is something shameful instead of what it really is: the finale of a whole damn life story.
So here’s the question no one wants to ask out loud:
Birth or death—which one actually deserves the bigger celebration?
Let’s go there.
1. Birth: All Hype, No Resume
Listen, babies are adorable. That fresh-new-human smell? Elite. But let’s be honest—birth is a celebration of possibility, not reality. You’re basically throwing a party for a person who hasn’t done a single thing yet.
It’s like applauding someone for enrolling in a marathon before they’ve even stretched.
We don’t know who this little human is going to become. Genius or jerk? Leader or leech? Compassionate soul or walking red flag? Time will tell. But for now, we’re just projecting hope and throwing glitter.
And that’s fine. Hope matters. New life is beautiful. But let’s not pretend birth is the pinnacle of anything. It’s just the opening credits.
2. Death: The Mic Drop Moment
Now, let’s talk about death—the moment we pretend isn’t worth celebrating.
But pause for a second. This is someone who:
Loved hard. Laughed loud. Made mistakes and learned from them (hopefully). Pushed through hard seasons. Left some kind of imprint on the world.
That’s not sad. That’s legacy.
That’s content. That’s a life lived.
We act like death is a tragedy when, in some cases, it’s the first time a person gets the respect and recognition they earned. We wait until the funeral to say the nice things we should’ve said at brunch. We whisper stories like they’re secrets, instead of shouting them like the highlight reel of a human who showed up for life.
3. The Weird Double Standard
Let’s be real—we treat death like a glitch in the system instead of the finale we’re all guaranteed.
Birth gets balloons. Death gets casseroles and awkward eulogies.
But here’s the truth:
Death is not a failure.
It’s proof you lived.
It’s the full circle. It’s your final stamp.
And sure, it can be painful. But if we’re only celebrating people when they arrive and not when they exit, we’re missing the point entirely.
4. Can We Please Normalize Exit Celebrations?
Here’s a wild idea: what if we celebrated death like a going-away party for someone who gave this life everything they had?
What if, instead of dark suits and hushed tones, we had a celebration where people could laugh, cry, dance, drink, and actually talk about the human who just left the building?
No more, “He’s in a better place.”
More like, “He lived, he f*cked up, he loved deeply, and he left the world a little louder.”
Why do we throw birthday parties every year and barely whisper goodbye at the end?
That last chapter deserves fireworks too.
5. The Balance—It’s Not Either/Or
Let’s be clear: this isn’t a diss to birth.
Life starting is beautiful. Life ending is powerful. One holds the spark. The other, the story.
Maybe what we really need is to stop being so afraid of death—and start treating it like a reminder that time is short, and the goal isn’t just to be born.
The goal is to live well enough that your death makes people remember, celebrate, and carry your story.
Final Thoughts: Celebrate the Exit Like You Celebrate the Entrance
Birth is the beginning. Death is the proof you did something with it.
So yeah, let’s keep celebrating babies and beginnings. But let’s stop being so damn quiet about endings.
Because if someone really lived—loudly, fully, unapologetically—then their exit deserves confetti, not just tears.
What do you think?
Should we be throwing celebration-of-life parties with DJs, champagne wearing our stupidbubble T'? Should obituaries read like greatest hits albums?
Drop your thoughts in the comments. Let’s get loud about life—and death. 🖤🎉