Grateful

About six months back when I was going through a very difficult period, someone sent me this poem after reading my other blog. That blog records some of my most painful moment. I never tell anyone I am the happiest person around but I am happy. I do return to that blog to read it once in a while and today I have decided to extract this poem.

That blog is almost like a behaviour record that helped me to monitor my mood swing. Trust me it helps. It helps to know that you actually have a choice to be as happy as you want. There is no need to banish yourself to the cold unwanted land just because of crises you faced.

I told YF a few days ago that I am so glad that I am not having depression. Living as a depressed person can be very painful because you know you want to get out of it but are simply overwhelmed by your own negativeness. Thankfully, I also have the amazing resilience which I must have inherited from my mom. That helped me to pull out of very difficult situations since I learnt to take charge of my own life.

I am grateful to my mind and heart for giving myself a peaceful life.

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Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose.