Dealing with life

This is my first blog, as I grow older by age and younger by heart, I realized that time flies so fast. I am not really good in English (so please understand my grammar) neither in writing and telling stories to different people but I wanted to give it a big try.

So I guess it started this way.

Love is pure

Love is patient

Love is understanding

Love has no boundaries

Love is what we found in our hearts...

So here's a story of  a person with full of love in her heart.

A Child is an apple of each Mother's eye. They are so fragile and pure. They deserve everything in this world.  Every child has a story to tell, but mine I guess is different. As I share my story with my friends, they are amazed on how would I become or even until now they are still following my life on what would I be in the future (but I am not a celebrity)

I'm fond of writing my stories in the notebook, I call it my diary, a time had passed and it became memories. I was a child full of independence and trials. I was born in the 1980's (never mind the age) they described me a cute and loving baby (It's their opinion). My mother has a story on its own (I will no longer give it on detailed, It's a long story) my mother, I guess has no serious relationship with my father, that's why their relationship did not last (they call it "WALANG FOREVER"). Few months after giving birth my mother married my stepfather, my Grandmother then took care of me. I grew up in a Barrio (small community in the Philippines), I enjoyed my childhood playing with my friends like Dampa (rubberband thing), Tagu-taguay (Hide and Seek), Girit-in (a line in the road) used to play at night, and many more, I just can't remember them all. As I grow up,  I remember having a father, they (my relatives) described him as a soldier, other say that he's a doctor and worst of all they said my Father is dead because he was drowned in the soup, but in my innocence, I know that he exists. In the Barrio, my Grand Mother used to build her house on the farm where she can provide the living. In my grade school, she taught me how to count through the use of corn seeds, English well by my own and I don't think I'm good at it since I'm a Filipino (sigh). Sometimes I'm wondering why I'm always on top of the class, maybe, just maybe I am a smart kid (kidding aside). My father found me, he sends me to school and gives me the right education that I deserved. I was so close to my Father, it's like no one will ever break us until stepmom came into our life. Everything changed, at first, she was so nice to me, I thought she would be a good mom, but I was wrong, there comes a point that she's jealous when she saw us talking and had a bonding moment. I used to hug my father show to him that I love him so much no matter what. We used to go to church together, but as time passed by, I've got my siblings and my father started to forget me. I am so sad, so sad that no one could ever listen and understand what I feel. Time had passed and everything changed, my stepmother always angry at me.  I never do things that she will be mad. I did everything for her, for her to accept me and treat me like her daughter. I know I will be happier with my father, but it's different now I have to do everything to finish my college, I did it. My sacrifices, patience, and understanding of life gave me reasons to live and be happy.

I am now a college graduate and working in a humanitarian service, I have been trained to be of service to humanity. It is a great honor to be part of this service. This is my passion for helping humanity. Ever since in my college years, I and my friends gather things and money to help those in need, especially those who live on the streets. After giving gifts, our hearts were full of love and happiness, the feeling that you were able to help them though you don't have much to offer. It's the love that gave us so much passion and interest to help others in need. I don't want others to feel that they're different. I want to make them feel happy as I am. 

Though time really changed, the only way to achieve goals is to accept those changes wholeheartedly. Once you fall, it's not yet the end instead it's only the beginning to start a new life. Never give up the things that make you sad, turn it into happy memories instead. Forgive those people who turn you down when you are about to give up life and make them realized that nothing is permanent in this world we're all going to leave. Life is a matter of acceptance. Live, Love and be happy.

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