“If you can’t handle my worst, then you don’t deserve my best.”
Sixteen years before a new era in the history of man’s existence, sooner than the great countdown in Time Square hails for the 21st century, the world welcomed a new descendant of David - my nativity. Sanctified by the Most High, I grew up with my family like the other kids. It was a bountiful childhood. Though wasn’t perfect, I was molded to be the person that every family perceives. I lived my younger years the way every child ought to have. Spotted with likely acumens, I was an edge advance from being a typical adolescent. My excellence in school was a proof of my distinction.
As I turned out to be aware of my milieu, I slowly discerned that something didn’t fall on its status quo. People were laughing at me. They’re like “jealous monkeys” who enjoy hurting feelings of others when in fact they are the idiots of the world. But I guess it would be nicer if I’d just let them continue what they think is right than pleasing them because it’s never my cup-of-tea to please somebody. Ignoring all of these I thought would help me forget my anxieties. But the worst came to worst. My “identity” was uncertain. The dilemma was slowly killing me no matter how hard I tried believing that I was on the right track and denied that I was caught on the axis of a “no genetic preference”.
It was an epoch of bias. People of my brows would rather kill themselves than being feasted by the dreadful prejudice of the neighbors’ eyes. It was a doom! Every time I stepped my foot away from my niche, the fear of being typecasted from the “normal world” was like a clone that kept chasing my shadows. And I didn’t have a stomach to take their grudges. It was a total heck of paranoia!
When I started to accept my distinction, I soon uncovered my slot. It was a complicated trek but worthwhile. I finally found my world where I am wholeheartedly fitted. Just like yours, it isn’t perfect but we are living it the best way we can and every memories we have make it an ideal place to be. It is also the venue where I could even celebrate my imperfections inside and out – it’s my comfort zone.
With new things along my way, I met bunch of new friends and help me grasp more of life’s exquisiteness. I learned to divulge what my heart is pushing. But having all these never grow without impediments. After all, it’s part of man’s struggle for survival. You may not always understand some things that are happening to you, but it will help you grow. In my early mature life, I somehow understand what life means. I have my dreams to achieve and wishes to perhaps, turn them into a reality. It’s stupid but I’m taking it as a challenge.
By then, it turned out that something was missing in me. I was craving for someone who could love me without uncertainties. A person whom I could share my utmost triumphs and lend a hand when I’m on my lowest; somebody who could handle my worst and deserves my best; not only sharing victories with me but also my adversities. I have been into fancy relationships and there’s nothing to expect for. I would rather be single than be with someone only because of family and peer pressure. It’s absurd! But as what everybody says, love comes the least you expected. Someone came and responded my plea. He let me realized that it’s still great to love and be loved despite failures from the past. I knew then that someone above answered my prayers as He always does.
This is just but a new start. I know there’s more life could offer. Whatever will it be, I’m just so glad that I’m living the life I wanted. The future might be clear or vague for me, I think I’m ready to face it. It’s nice to know that in spite of countless mishaps, I’m still standing with my feet and continue to play my piece in this game called “LIFE”.
-xoxo-
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