~ How Deeply I Love My Life


— How Deeply I Love My Life

Sometimes the world forces us to accept what we do not desire; we are conditioned to simply nod in agreement. And when we refuse, we often find ourselves haunted by the question, "why?"

To me, not everything demands an answer. If only we realized that the answers already reside within us, and in everything around us. 

Since 2022, the most precious lesson I have learned is "how to truly accept my life." And in that acceptance, I stopped worrying about everything happening to me.

Though occasionally I stray from my own principles, I always manage to find my footing again—and that is simply who I am.

Saying this does not mean we should merely accept things without putting in the effort. But that is the truth of it: not every path is meant for us to walk. Every soul has its own journey, entirely distinct from the rest.

Oh, how acceptance is a verb I must grapple with for the rest of my life. The more one embraces it, the more peace follows. 

Did you know: "What we perceive as good is not always what God knows is best for us."

Remember, the world will not always be on our side. So, shouldn't we prepare for the hardest possibilities? Keep living well; do not stop. You know, don't you, that there is never just one path?

To breathe is the most beautiful grace we possess. While we still have the strength, let us challenge every impossibility in this life. 

If not through this path, there will always be another (a righteous one). Do not misjudge the choices you are hesitant to make. Walk them well, endure them diligently, and one day, we will arrive exactly where we are meant to be.

If someone were to ask me: "If you were reborn, would you choose this life all over again?"

With all my heart, I would answer: "Yes."

How deeply I love being the child of my mother and father. How joyous it is to be a sibling to my brother and sister. And how profoundly grateful I am to be the grandchild of my grandparents.

How I cherish the unfolding story of my life, a story I have fought for with every fiber of my being.

How I adore the beautiful flowers of this world. How I love this heart of mine that feels everything so deeply. And how I always want to remain exactly as I am—a soul overflowing with love.

That is how much I love my life. I would only add one small thing: "I would still choose my life, but I would strive to mend the mistakes I made this time around."

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