Have you ever waited for a day and imagined it to be so beautiful?
You couldn't think straight because images kept flashing in your mind while waiting for that certain day?
When I was younger, always looked forward for my birthday because that's the only time of year where I actually get to have presents, or on many occasions, just one present. I remembered I asked for a bike, and the whole year I had waited for my birthday, imagining myself riding it and roam around our little town, feeling the gust of air touching my face and raise my hair. My birthday came and I never got my bike. We always didn't have the money, so I never complained. Birthdays and Christmases came and I still didn't get it. I remember I only rode a bike whenever I can borrow one from my friends. Half of my childhood prayers always included for my parents to have some money so they could buy me my bike. After sometime, I eventually gave that hopes up. But this year, just this year, I got my very own bike. I stopped asking for it tens of years ago, and I caught myself smiling realizing that one of my childhood dreams actually came true.
Then just recently, I've always wondered what it would feel like if the situation that you painted in your dreams would come true, it never did. Or probably never will?
It felt like I was doing the right thing, it looked beautiful the way I imagined it to be: apparently not happening at all.
on a different story,
For days I was just sickly worried for my brother who works at sea. He slipped and the whole of his left foot was swollen that he could no longer walk because of pain. His ship had to drop and leave him in Netherlands to do the doctor's appointment on his own. He was diagnosed to be unfit to work and was told that he needed surgery. I just couldn't help but but worry for him, and just wished that I could be there for him. It felt bad knowing that there was nothing I could do but offer my sincerest prayers. It worked! they approved him to travel to the Philippines and have his surgery there. Now, he's safely home.
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