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24/7

I turn older every 24th of July.
I just want to take sometime to sit back and reflect over the past decades of my life.
There have been so many ups and low moments for me.
I have been through so much emotionally than I think is necessary. I have literally not had any real friends, just me, my God and my immediate family.
I have been hurt so much, I turned it all to writing.
But I am grateful. I am far from being perfect, and I know I have a long way to go, but I am assured my future is bright so I won't let negativity get the best of me.
Me getting older is just a reminder that God is giving me a new slate to start over and make every moment count. Some are not so lucky.
I lost some people a while back and I was emotionally affected. I know that I am not alive because I am better than them, but because God is ever merciful.
I want to touch and impart as many lives as possible, God sparing my life.
I want to make everyday of the rest of my life count positively.
I am putting behind my hurt and pain and I am throwing away all shades of fears and frets.
I am thinking positively and the many graces God had done for me and the ones He's yet to do.
I want to strive to make God proud. I will never ever want to let Him down.
I want to make my family proud and happy.

I hope God sees me through and prepares me for whatever tasks He has ahead for me. 
I am a grateful heart.🙏

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

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