Just the other week I totally lost it...I couldn't find the right words to describe how I really felt. Sure enough I was really so blessed to have it all...But I keep on looking for more...I keep on telling myself that I'm lost and that there's more to this life than what I have...Unfortunately I guess I'm looking for something that isn't there...I guess I've been asking for too much...Finally I bumped my head really hard...and I just woke up from that hard blow...I'm back to ground zero but I'm extremely thankful to be blessed...
I was checking my mail and there he was...out of nowhere he popped out to say,"hi!"...I smiled and answered back, "hey!"...he sighed and whined..."same old thing I guess"..."not so happy again ey?!?" We were both unhappy...(again for the nth time)...and then he suggested, " why don't we both commit suicide?"...I laugh ( really hard)..."how?" I asked..." I don't want to jump from a building because I don't want to look ugly and devastated when I die...I want to look presentable for my family and friends..."...he just laughed over cyberspace...and then I broke down...and then I started talking about my frustrations in my life...somehow in that conversation I lost it...
... a week passed and I found myself driving with husband...and then I started whining..and then he finally asked me this simple question: "honey if I have a glass of water that is half empty and half full what do you see?" I just replied," it's half empty! There's so much space. There's a lot of room for improvement." " Wrong answer ny," he simply said," it's half full!" I rolled my eyes and for a moment I've been silent...Instead of arguing with him I pondered on what he just told me. The glass is indeed half full. Why in the world did I not get it?
...for the longest time I really haven't seen the world as I used to! I used to say there's something beautiful in everything...somehow along my journey I've learned to forget that...and the glass half full made me realized what I've lost along the way...and on that day I've been reminded that I am extremely blessed...and that I have so much to share...like a lost dog who have been bitten, and half dead...I too have a lot of stories to share about my magnificent journey...I too have been hurt along the way...but somehow, with a smile on my face I can say I finally found my way back home...
It's not always about the destination that counts but it's all about how you get there...In time I will get there but for now let me savor each minute as I wonder off through this great adventure that I have on hand...
...life indeed is like a glass of water...sometimes it's empty...often times it's half full, but nevertheless it's always full and overflowing...
I was checking my mail and there he was...out of nowhere he popped out to say,"hi!"...I smiled and answered back, "hey!"...he sighed and whined..."same old thing I guess"..."not so happy again ey?!?" We were both unhappy...(again for the nth time)...and then he suggested, " why don't we both commit suicide?"...I laugh ( really hard)..."how?" I asked..." I don't want to jump from a building because I don't want to look ugly and devastated when I die...I want to look presentable for my family and friends..."...he just laughed over cyberspace...and then I broke down...and then I started talking about my frustrations in my life...somehow in that conversation I lost it...
... a week passed and I found myself driving with husband...and then I started whining..and then he finally asked me this simple question: "honey if I have a glass of water that is half empty and half full what do you see?" I just replied," it's half empty! There's so much space. There's a lot of room for improvement." " Wrong answer ny," he simply said," it's half full!" I rolled my eyes and for a moment I've been silent...Instead of arguing with him I pondered on what he just told me. The glass is indeed half full. Why in the world did I not get it?
...for the longest time I really haven't seen the world as I used to! I used to say there's something beautiful in everything...somehow along my journey I've learned to forget that...and the glass half full made me realized what I've lost along the way...and on that day I've been reminded that I am extremely blessed...and that I have so much to share...like a lost dog who have been bitten, and half dead...I too have a lot of stories to share about my magnificent journey...I too have been hurt along the way...but somehow, with a smile on my face I can say I finally found my way back home...
It's not always about the destination that counts but it's all about how you get there...In time I will get there but for now let me savor each minute as I wonder off through this great adventure that I have on hand...
...life indeed is like a glass of water...sometimes it's empty...often times it's half full, but nevertheless it's always full and overflowing...
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