I’m not a saint. I have been in countless of wicked burdens, I must confess. I’m not proud of it and yet I don’t have a particular right to deny it. I have seen my life repeatedly and nonetheless, I’m still incapable of perfecting it. Fears are coming every night, roaring like a thunder in my ears. I listened carefully to scrutinize what was it aiming to tell me--- I didn’t find one. Still, I find every morning so comforting. It’s like a new novel lingering to be read and explored. It’s amazing how I discovered the sweetness in life’s resentment. It’s funny how I came to a point realizing what I am capable of doing (that I didn’t know). The remarkable way of finding out how much love I could give and take was truly wonderful. The learning to overcome my insecurities and welcome fascinating odds made me appreciate the life in my pocket now. I have learned the unbreakable way to be happy and that is to be happy for other people. I'm so learning it, little by little, I try. They say perfect happiness can be found at once. However, I would say it’s an extensive course of valuing your meaning in this bottomless spot called lifetime. A voyage that one has to seize. An integral prophecy that one has to sustain. Moreover, a beautiful love story that one has to share. – Happy 5th anniversary...
