I’ve never had it all, but I’ve always had enough. That is not so few to complain, yet not so much to boast or brag, just enough to keep my head up and more than enough to adorn a smile. I call this being blessed. I have not always been so optimistic about my circumstances; I’ve learned that pessimism is the resulting image of viewing life through superficial and material lenses, the glasses our culture prescribes. My personal progress and natural evolution as a young adult has been my means of removing those glasses to take an honest look at life. It was through this process that I realized what is most important, living.
I feel we have to possess the wisdom to accept the unchangeable but embody the fight to move the barriers that stand in the way of our opportunity. To live is to engage in that fight. I consider this act to be a courageous one because there is no set outcome or guarantees. To succeed and fail, to gain nothing and risk it all, to love and hurt, to smile and cry, to pursue and never capture, the ups and downs, these are the scars and medals from the fight of our lives.
I am prepared to wear my scars and medals with a since of pride, because I feel win, loose, or draw in the end I stand to gain from my experiences. In the past three years I have acknowledged that I have a purpose, a purpose bigger than myself. I do not fully understand what my purpose is in this world. But to pursue that purpose is to live. So, I consider the opportunity to do so a privilege.
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