Twenty-five

I turned twenty-five last Sunday. This was my first birthday in a long time that I didn’t have a party or grand celebration of some sort. Not that I’m complaining, it’s just different from the past birthdays I had.

As I was about to turn in that night, I recalled most of the stuff that happened that day–I met up with my dad, attended service, had Victory Group with ladies very eager and hungry to learn, hung out with friends,  and ate dinner with my flatmates. I was just about to drift to la-la land when something knocked me back to full consciousness:

If there’s one thing I’m thankful for in my 25 years of existence, it’s this: my relationships.

Namely, with the following:

• God
• my family
• my friends
• my colleagues

It’s much more priceless than any gift anyone can ever give me.

I’ve always thought that I wasn’t a relational person, being such an introvert and all. Truth is, I am. And thank God I am still a work in progress, especially in being vulnerable to others.

I’m thankful for my longtime relationships and the short ones. I’m thankful for the people who’ve been there and been that, and even for my friends whom I’ve had arguments with. I’m glad that we sharpen each other and become better pieces of iron. I’m glad that some of you have been like family to me. And I’m glad that we’re learning from the other and never getting tired of each other’s idiosyncrasies XD

YOU are gifts to me. YOU are worth keeping forever. Wheee! Ang cheesy. Pero thank you. Thank you talaga.

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