To Live a Perfect Life or an Imperfect Life
And then I woke up and I was a year older.
Am I already old, scratch that, I’m getting older. Well, it’s still September so I guess this post still counts. Probably I’m wondering how every single day is worth a hundred more years in my lifetime. I wonder how many more intimate blessings will God grant me for the days, months and years to come. I won’t complain, and I won’t worry for I know God is mighty and just; faithful to me whatever happens in my life.
I can never say that my life is perfect. It is even miserable at times, but that doesn’t mean I continue living under the dark shadows of loneliness that submerges me into the abyss. That’s not the case. If I were to choose to live a perfect life or not to live a perfect life, I’ll pick “to not live a perfect life” Why? Because living a perfect life is from the word itself: perfect. There’s no bruise or dust or grime or muck to cover up some imperfection. Everything is distilled, untouched and protected. Not to mention a life which will be placed with happiness forever. Well, in my case I don’t want to live a happy life every minute of the day. I want to experience memories that will cause me an insane amount of time to recall, to refurnish and to erase. Sorrows, the tears, screams, all those bad memories, all the pain; those makes the best memories in your life. It shows the scars-your battle scars that shows what kind of person you were before and what you are now. It’s important because that shows who you are. And we all must be proud of those battle scars.
The way I will connect this to my 17th birthday is that for now I’ve had bittersweet and the best memories in my life so far. I know it’ll keep getting better, and to be better I have to face much more pain. I must be ready, we all must be ready to face the pain and challenges in our lives. Then from there we will be strong and invincible.
I had a great birthday and all thanks to everyone who greeted me and for God who gave me another year to live up my life.