In our lifetime we met alot of people. Strangers become friends. Friends become family. Some just disappeared and we never heard anything back then. People come and go just like seasons changes. Few left great impact in our lives - happy, sad, painful memories - while others were just passerby trying to pull us down or lift us high. In the end, they are the reasons why we are here, how capable we are to face life, what we become is greatly influenced with these past events, relationships even hardships and misfortunes.
I often asked myself if I am blessed or cursed. I tried to take a peak of that road sign that says "End of the Race" but I always fail. No matter how well planned my life I wanted to be there are those detours and pit stops that either makes my journey worthy or worthless. When things get into me, I always find myself in the corner of my room crying my heart out letting the pillows absorb all my miseries and heartaches. I often have this I-Pity-Myself-Alone-Time. And at this crucial times in my life, I feel relieved and telling myself that things will be alright soon. Am I blessed? Yes, I am still blessed with family who never get tired to understand me, who loves me unconditionally despite all the mistakes I have done, who never doubt my capabilities and more importantly who still believes in me despite all my imperfections. I have few friends, whom randomly make me feel loved and cared. And those people whom I never knew, I haven't meet that for sure will give colors to my world. I am perfectly imperfect and permanently and inevitable flawed.
Once in awhile I love traveling the challenges life have been given me because it just proves one important thing - I AM ALIVE! Being alive and having these moments of ups and downs is what makes the journeyreally worth traveling for.
Live. Laugh. Love.
