I want to remember this, with every fiber of my being:
When I were 20, I lived a life that was at its fullest. So full of blessings at every turn, regardless abstract or physical, regardless large or minuscule. At 20, I moved into a cozy apartment that although it got too drafty in summers and too cold in winters, was perfect in ways it made me feel at home; it was a place I lived for 2 years with 2 girls whom I hope will remain near and dear to me even in later years. At 20, I continued living away and finally fully embraced independence, aloneness, and everything that extracted myself from the shadow of doubt and into the person I accept and recognize as myself. At 20, everything was… Just. Right. That was the year I learned a little bit more of love – giving, receiving – and understood its different facets. That was the year I’ll look back and think, “What blessing! I was truly happy then.”
I want to remember it this way because my heart – it feels like it is overflowing with happiness and gratitude;
Alhamdulillah, that’s really all I can convey.
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I will chart a different path – not yours, not his, not anyone else’s … just, mine.
