I woke up, and I found myself in a dream.
In my dream, I looked up to see the skies were smiling down at me, and the sun was shining brightly against my face. I felt the heat against my skin, and I tried to smile back. However, I did not understand why raindrops were falling from the clouds. and when a drop touched my forehead, only to trickle down, tens of them followed. I looked down and saw a puddle of water at my feet, reflecting the scene.
I was born in a Christian family so every conversation or topic about God was mediocre to me. We go to church every Sundays and I get to memorize a verse each week to claim a prize the following mass/service; that was all religion to me– You do good so you won’t spend your life after death in the “lake of fire” aka hell.
Adventure With My Companion:
Cold wake, warm bed, and a soundly wake up bark in the morning. It’s that time in a day, in a week wherein I get up, and walk the dog. Do some jogging, and little puppy training. But this time, we were going to travel somewhere else. A far away place where my Dog was born. It was a fun road trip, and little car sick. As we arrive at his birthplace, both of us were excited to meet the mom of my pup. As we see her, we tried to greet her, but she was kind of aggressive against my dog. So, I thought that I shouldn’t let Mars (my dog) get close.
Instead of having a doggy reunion, I decided to just enjoy my day with my companion and have the best of fun. Take care of your companions.
“Have Courage and Be Kind.”
It was year 2014 when my world collapsed in front of my eyes.
It was when I died.
I am a happy go lucky person and a carefree sense type of a girl. I don’t care so much on the things around me. I don’t care about what others think about me. I don’t overthink the things I know I shouldn’t but only in a flick of a finger, it all changed.
“To have failed is to have striven, to have striven is to have grown.”
― Maltbie Davenport Babcock
Strong. Brave. Successful. Optimist. Powerful. I never considered myself as these. I experienced waking up in 3 am, breaking down, crying myself to sleep because of the things people around me would never understand. I experienced hiding in the bathroom, crying to myself so that no one will hear my wail. I experienced the ache of suppressing my tears in order to act normal in front of the people who hurt me. I experienced it all and I know, you do too.