Gone are the years when I would yearn for colorful balloons and soft icings on cakes where candles can be planted, lighted and blown after the traditional chorus of the “Happy Birthday” song.
These are the days when I would rather be #thankful for the blessings that dotted my existence all throughout the past twelve months. The gifts – both material and intangible – may still remain in place. But it is in gratitude that I would rather dwell in.
#Thankful for another year to live.
#Thankful for another year to love.
#Thankful for another year to let go of the lows that persist in between the highs.
There are times when I would think that my continued survival has not been the most glorious. But once the good fortune comes bringing in reasons to smile wider than to sulk in sadness, I find comfort in seeing that I have made and continue to make indelible marks in the life of others.
Onwards to a stronger and more meaningful life ahead. I am what I am right now because of everyone who has touched and/or changed my life in more ways than one.
I can never be perfect.
I’m happier being your perfectly imperfect blogger.