September Thoughts

In a few days, I will be celebrating my 32nd birthday. Yes, I sent that to the Universe because I guess maturity teaches us to accept the things that we are uncontrollable of. Like age.

In a few days, I will be having the grandest adventure with Mr. G. It's going to be the grandest adventure YET to be written.

The days have been different.
The struggles are becoming more and more difficult.
The responsibilities are getting more and more arduous.
Life is becoming more and more real.

And yet,
The sun shines brighter by the day.
The moon becomes even more impeccable by the night.
The everyday blessings become more evident.
Life is becoming more and more relevant.

I guess, I have already learned how to dance with everyday. Maybe this is not yet the big chunk of it, but I think, tomorrow's something to look forward to. Tomorrow's something to wake up to.

I've seen how beautiful love is. But now, I've seen how ugly love is too. And yet, there's so much charm in those ugliness. Embracing it even makes love more and more beautiful.

I am getting used to the idea of having somebody to confide with everything, somebody to share life's little victories, somebody to share life's unbreakable walls -- to fight over petty things, and at the same time have ambitious dreams together.

One morning, he was too ecstatic for narrating his dream. He said he was happily playing with a beautiful little girl, our little girl. The little girl was playful and kept on running around, and he kept on being too overprotective, following her wherever she goes. After he finished narrating his dream, he told me, "it felt so real."

I am unsure of what's going to happen today, or tomorrow. I've never had a concrete life plan, until today. But I'm only sure of one thing.

I could marry this guy.