putting things into perspective

putting things into perspective

i still remember what happened when i turned 22 and, i'm telling you, it was not a good picture. it was one of my all time lows since high school and looking back made me realize that what came to me was a certain fear of growing up.

(it has been) two years since the "great depression" and i couldn't be more happy with how my life turned out. i have been blessed with a family who stood by me despite my puerility; friends, both old and new, who put up with all my idiosyncrasies; two adorable nephews who are angels when taken individually yet too much to handle when together; and, of course, God who never left my side even at times when i tend to ignore his presence.

over the past 22 years, i have complained a lot (more than you can ever imagine). i was never contented, and i never cease to ask for more. i have gone from hopelessly romantic, to cranky bitch, to being stoic, that i didn't even notice the small blessings that had come my way. i forgot to appreciate simple acts of kindness and the little things that made my life complete. bottomline is, i've lost a particular perspective that could have made life a whole lot easier.

they say that as you get older, you start to see things in a different way. responsibilities start to build up and there seems to be no way out. change (as the cliche goes) is inevitable and there's nothing that you can do about it. you have to go with the flow instead of being caught adrift. you have to roll with the punches, embrace life, and you'll be surprused to see that you're living life the way it was meant to be lived..