Six more dozes, my age will shoot a notch higher - READ: 24. Am I excited? Nah. Thankful, I sure am.
I have been extra "blessed" - but be cautious with that word, when I say "blessed" it does not literally mean real good but given certain circumstances, a change of heart and a pair of eyes, I have seen the "blessedness" of every trials I have stumbled upon. I have learned the hardest way why I have millions of reason not to fret, He and His promises alone are enough reason for me to stay committed - I still stumble, alright (who doesn't?!), but I stand up and pull myself back together.
For some reason, I never really liked birthdays - not that I am being vain and people might think I am just afraid to grow old. Hell no! There are just some pretentious in it - like Valentine's day. I am not being a complete Delilah here. Birthdays come and go and yes, it happens every year (and every 4 years to some) but I sure define and spend it in ways extraordinarily.
Given the fact that I can be a Scrooge at times when it comes to Vday, Birthdays and even Christmas, some loved ones (and even the not so loved ones) ALWAYS make some "extra" effort in making me change the whole idea that birthdays are good. In 2005, a group of friends threw a little suprise party for me - and yes, I was damn surprised and crying at that. It was, to my best recollection, one of the best "holiday" I ever had.
This morning, I received a text message from a classmate saying something like "advance happy birthday" greeting. After reading that text, I shelled out a crazy laugh, that was totally unexpected. I texted back saying something like "thanks for the advance greeting". And then little did I know, we've been exchanging text messages for the longest time. Aside from the usual "petty" talk about school and math, it stucked to my head that he dared asked me what do I expect or hope to happen in this country now that I am getting older and the country is not necessarily getting better. For about 60 seconds or so, my whole world ceased moving - or so I thought.
Certain sadness embraced me.
I let the thought swim inside my head as I try to pick something good with the fact that I am getting older and this country is not necessarily getting better. And then I am reminded of those who still cares and loves this country; those who are doing this country a lot of good without expecting any earthly goods in return.
I can grow old with the thought that I am not only living my life for my own good but so that others may benefit - most especially those who will come after me.
Grow old, you say? Bring it on.
I have been extra "blessed" - but be cautious with that word, when I say "blessed" it does not literally mean real good but given certain circumstances, a change of heart and a pair of eyes, I have seen the "blessedness" of every trials I have stumbled upon. I have learned the hardest way why I have millions of reason not to fret, He and His promises alone are enough reason for me to stay committed - I still stumble, alright (who doesn't?!), but I stand up and pull myself back together.
For some reason, I never really liked birthdays - not that I am being vain and people might think I am just afraid to grow old. Hell no! There are just some pretentious in it - like Valentine's day. I am not being a complete Delilah here. Birthdays come and go and yes, it happens every year (and every 4 years to some) but I sure define and spend it in ways extraordinarily.
Given the fact that I can be a Scrooge at times when it comes to Vday, Birthdays and even Christmas, some loved ones (and even the not so loved ones) ALWAYS make some "extra" effort in making me change the whole idea that birthdays are good. In 2005, a group of friends threw a little suprise party for me - and yes, I was damn surprised and crying at that. It was, to my best recollection, one of the best "holiday" I ever had.
This morning, I received a text message from a classmate saying something like "advance happy birthday" greeting. After reading that text, I shelled out a crazy laugh, that was totally unexpected. I texted back saying something like "thanks for the advance greeting". And then little did I know, we've been exchanging text messages for the longest time. Aside from the usual "petty" talk about school and math, it stucked to my head that he dared asked me what do I expect or hope to happen in this country now that I am getting older and the country is not necessarily getting better. For about 60 seconds or so, my whole world ceased moving - or so I thought.
Certain sadness embraced me.
I let the thought swim inside my head as I try to pick something good with the fact that I am getting older and this country is not necessarily getting better. And then I am reminded of those who still cares and loves this country; those who are doing this country a lot of good without expecting any earthly goods in return.
I can grow old with the thought that I am not only living my life for my own good but so that others may benefit - most especially those who will come after me.
Grow old, you say? Bring it on.
