Ts still October anyway. Thanks to everyone for celebrating my birthday with me in one way or another. Despite the recent loss of my 4-month old digi cam during my birthday party at Lancaster Suites (dammit how my stuff always get lost!) and wishing that somehow some people are still present in my life... It had been a hella great celebration... Turning 23 was indeed worthy of a celebration, with the presence of God's unending guidance, of family, of new and old friendships and many many more. Thanks for all the gifts, too--you guys really know my taste hehe! Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Moving on, I'd like to share something from the book I last read, The Fifth Mountain by Paulo Coelho...
"All life's battles teach us something, even those we lose. When you grow up, you'll discover that you have defended lies, deceived yourself, or suffered for foolishness. If you're a good warrior, you will not blame yourself for this, but neither will you allow your mistakes to repeat themselves."
I look back at 23 years of my life. Some of it were things that I could not be proud of. Mistakes, yes. Yet in all of it that others may think shallow or foolish, ironically, were the phases that I found most meaning in my life. These moments are long gone. I sit here now, not knowing what else could be ahead. But stopping isn't an option. I'm down for it all.
