The Miracle Of My Life

The miracle of life. Amazing, isn't it? I know. Well, let me share you my story.

On the 1st day of September 1995, 2:00 in the afternoon, one baby boy finally felt the warm and bright light of the operating room, which is the first light he has seen. He still doesn't know what are the things, noise, smiles, and joy around him. He still doesn't know why was he born and what was his purpose for his family, life, and community. The next light he saw was the face of his mother, who overcame her 9 months of pain and labor. His parents gave them their first love as a mother and as a father to their first broodling while they are gifted by his sweet cry.


After 4 years of life, he still doesn't know much about anything, but he did learn how to read, write and understand. At least. Then, he learned about school. He thought of school as a place for kids, teachers, pencils, and papers; where they are taught about pretty much anything. Well, that child didn't worry much about that. He was so curious that he wanted to understand why he was studying, why there is a school, and why there is a need to learn. He wanted to look forward. He wanted to move forward. He was that kind of child who is so interested in his future, althought in every step of his childhood years, he doesn't care about his next step. He doesn't think about it. He doesn't care about the consequences, whether they were good or bad. He was just curious. He was still curious.


A decade of existence in this world, he slowly realize about his objectives in life, goals in life, and life itself. He is learning more and is still learning. He has a lot more to realize, a lot more to learn, and a lot more steps to take. He now know almost every basic statement in this world. He understands its fundamentals and is getting ready for the next challenge. He also know how to decide about his next step. He understands first whether it will be for the better or for the worse. He is starting to think independently, and is starting to try more things and gain knowledge from them. He still wants to know his world; and he definitely wants to know his life.


13 years of walking. 13 years of existence. 13 candles already blown. 13 wishes have been made, but only few were granted. He knew that those wishes must be done for them to be granted, but he only hoped for it. He already felt hardships in life. He already fell face down, wounded, and bled; all while walking life's long road and slowly learning more about himself, life, and its meaning to him and why he it was given to him. A new chapter will start. He will need to prepare for it. Prepare for its challenge and its joy.


After 13 years, I only learned two things: First, Life is a journey. We must cherish every day and don't worry about what's next. Just let it happen. Second, and most importantly: Life is a highway; and I don't want to ride it all night long.