In a week, I will be a year older. And I am wondering. How would I feel when I am a year older? I am inching my way into another decade. Would I feel what the others felt when they had to pass through a certain age? Panic. Worry. Fear. Friends have told me about it. Or instead... joy, wonder, peace. That I made this far. That I am still alive. That I experience new things for each new year that comes.
Maybe.
I am planning to review the year that is soon to pass. I have to remember things I have learned, people that made a difference in my life, relish the wonderful gifts God has given me, and even take a step back into the pains and tears that made me stronger.
In reality I am already a year older. Celebrating my birth date just formalizes it. I should not worry. I hope I will not.
Carpe Diem. Seize the Day. Angkinin ang Araw. The best years are yet to come! Praise God!
Maybe.
I am planning to review the year that is soon to pass. I have to remember things I have learned, people that made a difference in my life, relish the wonderful gifts God has given me, and even take a step back into the pains and tears that made me stronger.
In reality I am already a year older. Celebrating my birth date just formalizes it. I should not worry. I hope I will not.
Carpe Diem. Seize the Day. Angkinin ang Araw. The best years are yet to come! Praise God!
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