My life isn’t smooth nor that it has an easy road, it has always been difficult to get by day to day and I have to struggle my way to where I wish to be. There’s the worst out of it, most of the pain that I received are from those whom I assumed to be the ones who should’ve been supportive and happy whenever I achieve something.
Whenever pain is inflected, I feel like being pushed in the cliff and I have to roll down the bottom and with bruises, broken bones all over I have to find my way back to the top or at least out from the pit. I always survive and I was always glad that I have never ran put of courage and faith to survive.
Sometimes, I get to think of what could’ve been my sin in my past life that I have to experience these things. After all, I am made of flesha dn blood and I do have emotions too. I get exhausted whenever I have to fight my way out, but what to do? There are people who wouldn’t just let me be.
At some point, whenever I get so exhausted in every battle I always find a place, a corner where I can just sit and let the pain take over me without worrying that an enemy might struck a knife or a spear through me. A rest where I can be one with my wounds and my soul, where I get to feel the most concentrated taste of pain and suffering. And when I feel it, I know I am still alive and have survived.
Having such thought, I get to think how lucky I am. That even if I get tired working my way in every day to survive, I am able to breathe. I get to wake up and witness the sun as it rises, I get to dance in the rain, stare at the lightning as it strike everywhere, fear the thunder as it growl mightily and feel the touch of the setting sun. In everything that I get to see or witness the monent I wake up, I am grateful enough.
Grateful for the life and forever grateful for the air that I breathe in every day, thank you Lord!
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