I always make a writing on my birthdays, it’s the present that I give to myself. So, today is a nice day to simply contemplate and reflect on how far I have come and how much I have learned over the years.
I was not really excited about my birthday this year, maybe because there’s one of my targets that I havent achieved yet and probably it’s been too obvious what it is. But then with all the wishes, surprises, some of them even came from unexpected people, the day turned bright again, no use of being such a cry-baby ass.
My 23 was so great. There’s actually only one thing that puts a little disappoinment to it but then succesfully affects almost 50% of my feeling during the year and that is STUPID to let heart control my decisions. And now I promise the new-age me, that it is not going to happen no more. Two broken hearts in a row during a year is enough a lesson for me to stop being so naive. Keep being a good person, but not a naive one.
But hey, rather than focusing on things I’ve lost, now I just wanna focus on the things I’ve achieved. I’ve done many things in my 23. I’ve got my dream job, run my online craft shop very well, make good money, bought things that I always wanted, visited some new places, new friends, new knowledge, new experiences, successfully gained weight to an ideal shape as I targetted, I’ve got almost everything I wished when I was 22. Looking at them, God would be very angry if I act ungratefully.
One of the presents that I got for my birthday is given by a kid that I often meet at the mosque near my office every Ashr prayer. She gave me some felt brooches that she made by her self and the cutest thing is her letter that says:
“ Kak (older sister) Cihud, sorry that the belated birthday gift, because it’s hard for me to decide what to give you. I pray that Allah will always give you a good health so that you can come more often to the mosque. By Fathimah Azzahra.”
That is just too cute and makes me speechless!
I can scrapbook my entire life in photos. But the best memories I have cannot be described in pixels or words. They are made up of ideas, laughter, and warm fuzzy feelings that are permanently etched into who I am - events and people who added so much more to me than I could ever give in return. Even memories of mistakes, sadness, and hurt cannot overshadow the good and eventually fade into oblivion as I age and my brain makes room for more good to come.
Now, let’s continue the journey of 24 :)