As I come closer to my golden year, I can’t help but realized that over the years, while some trials I’ve been through have drained me emotionally, physically and mentally, I have more to be thankful than to be sorry about.
I may not be the luckiest wife but I am blessed to be the most fortunate mom to my three children. I may have fall short of my duty as a wife when I failed to endure and sustain the sacrifices it entails but I can modestly say I managed to fulfill my duty as a good mom. And even if I fail to realize the ideal family that I have envisioned since I was a child, I am grateful for the opportunity that allowed me to make it possible for my children. Living is choosing. Our life is what we have chosen. While it is true that somehow, from birth, our paths have already been laden, going through our path is a choice we have to make. It is still not clear where my path would lead me but as I trace my way back, I have realized that though most of my tracks were bumpy and at few times almost at the dead end, I have trodden my path successfully. I have left enough marks along my way which I hope that when the road comes to an end, the history written along the path I have trodden lives on. It scares me to think or know where my path would lead me. I rather not know where it is leading me. All I want now is to continue walking, walk more miles and explore more avenues…walk to where my neuropathic leg would allow me….where the walkways would lead me and where the wind will take me.....
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