Before I was 25 years old, I also cared about zero happiness and thought about myself and others. I have stayed up until midnight countless times just to send a message to that friend and wish her a happy birthday. At that time, I thought it was the only way to let her know that I was serious about her.
After the age of 25, I began to reflect on whether this ritual blessing still has meaning. My friend and I used to care about each other, because we went to different cities after graduation, and we never crossed paths again. Our contact started with a few messages every day, spitting out new jobs, sending messages once a month later, and then we rarely contacted each other.
This person I once thought was very important has slowly left my life, and my annual birthday greeting at zero has changed from waiting in advance to being reminded by QQ. I also realized that she is no longer a relatively important person in my life, because I have no energy and interest to waste time on her. Besides, I don't have time to think about who is important and who is not. How to support the family is the key.
This choice does not mean that this friendship is meaningless, but that some people are doomed to disappear in their own lives, which is the price of growth.
Looking back on those persistent past, I found that it doesn't matter when and how many times birthday wishes are sent. The key is whether the blessed person cares about this concern. The key is whether she is important enough in your life. Tell her how much you care about him at the first time.
That's all.