No matter what, I can’t or shouldn’t complain about the years that have gone by. My life was and still is full. If God had asked me before I came into this world: Child, do you want to feel every minute of your life, or do you want a simple way through life, for sure I would had answered, please God let me feel it all. And I did! To my very bone, I felt each moment of life, and every year that has gone by. I’m only in my thirties but I can say that I had lived more than many other people do.
I never had it easy, and maybe that is what made me who am I today. My childhood wasn’t a fairytale, more like an “Ugly Duck” tale, but still a tale. I got through so many battles in life, that sometimes I can’t even remember all of them. I cried so many tears that I could have started a new long river. I’ve struggled so hard, that sometimes I think that I had to pay sins from a past life. But with all that I lived life to the fullest. And I don’t know how many people can say that. With good and bad, with laughter and tears, with marriage and divorce, with death and life, I lived!
So now, at my thirties I sometimes look in the mirror and see that sweet 16 years old girl, that smiles at me. Other times, I see an old lady tired of fighting with everything for everything. Other times, I see my mother in the mirror. Sometimes even my father. It’s hard to see me at thirties and just me because I am made of too many feelings and people. But I never get bored! And hey, there is still a long way to go! Cheers to that!
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