My life started at 28, my soul died for me to realize the meaning of life and love...
When I woke up today bathed in the sunlight peeking through the windows. I lingered for a little longer on bed and savored the gratitude which was about to burst from my heart.
If you told me a year ago that I would still be basking in the dawn of my birthday this year, I would’ve laughed and cried at the same time.
You see, it was the same day last year that I listened to my doctors’ endless cruel “jokes” about the future I was facing. Life was full of uncertainties back then. What I only knew was the pain of countless needle pricks in my arms and that blinding pain in my stomach…and of course the fear that I might not see another day.
I can make a long list of the sufferings I needed to endure in seeing through the malady that inflicted me but even that won’t suffice.
However, life has a hidden treasure buried in the depth of our soul. Fate has destined for me to experience all those intricacies so that I would be a better person. My soul was battered, my steps faltered, yet the will to survive has lived…
Today, I celebrate my birthday without trepidation in my heart for what the future brings. The day my heart cried last year was the day I have realized this year how blessed I am. I no longer feel the same fear I had the day I turned 28, I was blessed in so many ways that counting them would entails a lifetime.
When a heart is patient, the light of sun rays would penetrate through. As for me, I treasure each moment I breathe because even in the darkest tunnel of suffering, there's light at the end.
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