Standing atop a hill is my number one dream. I yearn to see the whole town from up there, especially as evening falls and the lights twinkle on the buildings. I want to witness sunrise up close, not just from below. Even though I may never reach its peak, I long to feel the soft clouds and the cool breeze on my skin, knowing they carry the warmth of the sun for tomorrow, and to stand tall at the summit and see the world that — somehow — has been kind to me.
Anyway, life hasn’t always been easy. It has thrown lemons at me, and I’ve had to swallow them raw. The sourness choked me until I almost gave up. But then, someone came and patted my back, offering me water to help me breathe again. That was the warm hand of my mother that is beginning to wrinkle.
There were times when life felt like pelting me with rocks, especially when I didn’t do my best. I held onto those hurts, carrying them inside me like heavy burdens. But then, someone came and swept away those rocks, cleansing my wounds with love and making me feel lighter. That was my dad who remains sturdy to lean on even as he grows older.
I’ve learned that beauty often hides in unexpected places. The next morning, I found my mom had turned those sour lemons into sweet lemonade. And my dad transformed those heavy rocks into a garden border, where vibrant flowers now bloom, painting our garden with colors more beautiful than I’ve ever seen.
For me, life has been a journey filled with challenges. I’ve stumbled over pebbles, landed in beds of needles, and been caught in heavy rains. But I’ve also found unexpected joys, like waking up to see grandparents laughing in a park, or seeing a kid sharing a half-eaten donut with his mom and receiving a hug in return.
I’ve witnessed simple acts of kindness, other ones were a passerby sharing tuna with a stray cat, or a teenager helping an elderly man carry his groceries. These moments give me hope that maybe, just maybe, the world isn’t such a dark place after all.
Maybe life is worth living after all. Sometimes, it’s the little things that make all the difference. Like one morning I found a good poem to read and feeling its words resonate deep within me. Or going for a morning walk and feeling the fresh air on my face, listening to the birds chirping, and enjoying the gentle breeze brush against my skin.
Small acts of kindness sometimes also remind me that life is still filled with kindness and offering the same. Seeing a stranger hold the door open for someone else, or watching as someone helps an elderly person cross the street. These moments may seem insignificant, but they have the power to brighten my day and remind me of the goodness in the world.
Embracing every little thing in life matters. It’s about finding joy in the simple pleasures. Watching a sunset. Feeling the warmth of a hug. Savoring a delicious meal. These may not last forever, but they have the power to fill my hearts with happiness and gratitude.
I acknowledge that life is full of ups and downs, but it’s the journey itself that makes it worth living. It’s about learning from the experiences, growing stronger with each challenge I face, and cherishing the moments of love and connection that make life truly meaningful.
So, even on the toughest days, I’ll keep holding on to hope and embracing every little thing that brings me joy. Despite the hardships, I will keep walking, one step at a time. I know that life isn’t always bright and colorful; sometimes it’s stormy and gray. But I cling to that tiny spark of curiosity, wondering what good things tomorrow might bring.
At the end, I’ll keep living. One day at a time, until my strength gives out and I can’t walk anymore. Because even on the darkest days, I always see a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
