my life is not about candy dreams and happy thoughts. it’s not about daisies and roses and secret gardens. neither is it about spring nor sunny days. my life… is not about the ideal.

my life is about bittersweet memories and regrets and emotional downpour. it’s about rain and dark skies and foggy horizons. it’s about thorns and wilted dreams. it’s about wounds and scars inflicted on the soul. it’s about mistakes and sins and flaws. my life… is about sad reality.

don’t get me wrong. i don’t hate my life. i don’t hate life. i do appreciate life. but i see it in a different way.

i appreciate life whenever there are problems and obstacles which make me see how complicated life can get sometimes and how simple it really ought to be.

i appreciate life whenever i lose something or someone because it makes me feel that i shouldn’t take anything for granted and that nothing lasts forever.

i appreciate life whenever i get beaten down and trampled upon because i discover strength of spirit and when i make it through [even when i'm bloody and scarred], i feel invincible.

i appreciate life whenever i get lost because i discover alternative routes and bends [along the path i decided to take] which would still get me to where i’m destined to be.

i appreciate life whenever i make mistakes because it enables me to laugh at myself and it makes me feel imperfect or flawed — which is just right considering the fact that we live in an imperfect world.

i appreciate life whenever storms and droughts come or whenever it’s extremely cold or extremely hot because, at least, i know that the world is still turning and times are still changing.

i appreciate life whenever tasks are difficult and labor is tedious because i learn discipline and i recognize the value of hard work and determination.

i appreciate life whenever i get punished for my wrongdoings because it tells me that there are people who still care about morals… and about me.

i appreciate life whenever it’s dark and gloomy because it makes me hope for brighter days.

i appreciate life whenever i bleed or whenever my heart throbs in pain because, at least, i know i’m still alive…

my life is not about the easier or faster way through and/or out. it is not about "settling for the path of least resistance." my life… is about taking the "road less traveled."

in short…

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masokista ako.