I will be having my birthday on Monday. And as I celebrate this year of my life, I was on a sudden moment of ecstasy and oblivion all at once. They say that in every man’s life, there would at least be three(3) major setbacks. And I would love to believe that I already came past through those of mine. Allow me to recount:
I am on the verge of trying to make myself better everyday. Of making sense of each new encounters that comes my way. Trying to find my purpose., taking this road that meets no end. Every wound made me stronger and every scar will always remind me that my decisions define what I am as a knowing person. It was also a constant affirmation that somehow, no matter un-just or messed-up your life may seem, there will always be that one special day in a year where you have no choice but to be thankful. That you are here, that you are blessed, and that- you are LOVED.
I am weak but I know the chances of being strong. I am stubborn, I laugh hard, I curse, and I break. All those imperfections and more. I talk a lot, but I don’t talk shit(and those times when I don’t speak at all, my eyes gives me away). I cry but with that infinite hope of things getting better. I believe in the beauty of suffering, of love’s victory every time I sit down and exchange long distance chat and giggles with my ever loving and supportive husband. Years will come- but now, more than ever, I know I am darkness and sunshine in-love.
And for that, carry on- shall I greet me a “Happy Birthday dear self!” Another year to pull under- ^_~.
Thanks for stopping by.
- Nicholas Sparks (The Lucky One)
After all, music has always been my ever trusted support system. Powerful stuff. Taken with Instagram
(Taken with Instagram)
I sat lightly on my bed and browse the channels on the T.V. I said, this is a fine weekend. Everything that has happened was now an experience or a brand new learning. It’s all about how you put your mind to it. It never came easy. I jumped at the thought that I could do things I never knew I could repeat doing. But that’s the beauty of moving on. That moment I realized, I forgot questioning why things did or did not happen. I realized, I lost that overwhelming desire to know the reason either. I realized, the wound was still there., It still hurt but I am healed.
I honestly felt relaxed, and thoughts came effortlessly. I found new treasures along the way. Met new faces, Confronted twisted minds and conflict. I made mistakes, ate too much, I argued, And no longer did I take guilt on laughing so hard when I am really happy. It did not made my heart flinch one bit. It is a clear indication that I am going through the the right direction. All elements are present, and my courage should be on full blow. It was a blissful feeling of wanting to do everything at once. The moment you knew you were out from suffering, you can’t wait but to start anew. To get up fresh and to build everything. From emotions, to faith, to relationships, back together. Once again, my quest for happiness emerged. I have to constantly remind myself that this is a process, this is a choice. Currently ignited by the vision and concept of moving slow, moving fast, and moving on ward s. I found out that things will be a lot lighter if I try taking life momentarily, not being tied down from the past nor discouraged by the future. Trials come in many forms even so, that goes the same thing with blessings. I know that even though it get’s dark every now and then, better days are also coming. All because the things that makes life hard are also, to our great disbelief, the ones that makes everything worthwhile.
Now my favorite show was back on screen. It got my attention. All of it. I was thinking, should I stop writing and watch? Thoughts will be pouring down, they can’t be blocked. Should I focus on what I am doing now or to face that urge I can’t stand a chance of watching twice. Moment by moment. Little by little. The least I could do is try. It will get better I said. Everything will be fine. And today, they already are.