Before the Big Four Oh
Ask me my age and I will tell you I’m 25. I got stuck at that number and stopped counting when I hit that digit a few years back hehe.
Early birthday cake from the office
But it’s that month again when I have to add another year to my age. But this time, I refuse to dwell on how old I really am and just count the important things in my life.
Like the fact that my father had a stroke last May but he fought (and still continues) to fight for his recovery. His left side may be paralysed and he may not be 100% recovered but he’s still with us and his mind is still sharp. We continue to hope and pray for more years with him. Both he and mama are the glue that binds our family and I fear a future without them 😦
In my 40 years of existence, I have managed to love and be loved. Heartache is part of life and despite a failed marriage, I am still thankful for more new days ahead. That means another day to find love, right? I just need to believe that love really exists and that everything will work out right, despite all the drama I’m experiencing hehehe.
Of course, my only regret is that I don’t have a kid… yet! Hey! Miracles can happen! I’ll continue to pray for one. Meantime, I have lots of nieces and nephews I can shower with love ;-).
Another thing I promised to do before I hit that big Four Oh is to live each day like it’s gonna be the last. I wanted to learn and experience new things. Like finally learn how to drive, yes? Hehe.
And oh, just this weekend, I was able to cross out one thing I never thought I would add to my bucket list… as if I actually have one hehehe. Anyways, thank you for that new high. You know who you are. Here’s to a different one soon? 😉
New Day 09.12.14
I know a girl who has been (still is?) in an emotional rollercoaster the past few days. Her heart has been heavy and it’s like she’s everyone’s enemy.
Everyone believes she’s the villain in the story. Although her only fault is that she fell in love and refuses to give it up although her family is against the guy.
When she makes a “wrong” move or decision, her guy is usually blamed. Others are quick to judge the guy because he has baggage and has a bad boy image.
But that bad boy is the one wiping the girl’s tears which were caused by the people who’s supposed to love her unconditionally.
He’s the one comforting her and assuring her that everything will be fine.
He’s the one waking her up with a kiss and a cup of coffee, when she’s having episodes.
He’s the one holding her at night, keeping her safe from more hurtful words.
And the one urging her to keep the faith and be more understanding of her family.
To this girl I know, who remains misunderstood and judged for loving what everyone perceives as the wrong guy, I say stay strong. Believe in love and never let others dictate what is wrong or right for you. Live the moment and enjoy what makes you happy.
This one is for you…
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