My friend
Surround yourself with people who will lift you up. This sentence alone clarifies a lot of emotions.
The more I grow up, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I appreciate life. The more I appreciate life, the more I become selective. The more I become selective, the fewer choices I have. The fewer choices I have, the more I lean to what I already know.
I’ve realized the past year how there are only a certain number of people who are made for me. I mean the people who will really know me. The ones who will look me in the eye - with or without make up, who are always connected to my soul wirelessly. The people who will not be blinded by whatever success I achieve. They also stand by when I fail. These people are not my family, we don’t share the same blood yet when I look at them, I just know. I know they are pieces of me.
So I’m thankful.
Because what my parents don’t know - they do. That crazy part of my life - they witnessed. And no matter how strange and overwhelming life can be - they are there with open arms.
I’ve learned after my numerous failed relationships. I’ve accepted what can and cannot be changed, what is best to be kept as a secret and what I can expose.
So as much as I feel like I’m running out of time. As much as I feel I’ve been dragged down in the spiral of University life. I vow to make time, to catch up, to acknowledge them. Because they are pieces of me. And people always say to take care of yourself. So if I need to take care of myself, I also need to take care of them.
Although Starbucks is a global corporate overrated coffee shop, it is truly the experience of sitting down, drinking mocha and sharing a few laughs with you. That, my friend, is why I forget my worries, why I’ve been tired. That, my friend, is why I am thankful for your presence in my life.