How times flies. Such a cliche, considering the 8 long years that we have known each other. Wasn’t it just a second ago when we were having Self-Defense class? And yet, I could not defend you from the major atrocities I hear from you from across the miles.
You may be on the other side of the world. I may not be able to hug you at will just like the old times. But I just want to sing you the songs of your youth, in case you have forgotten. In case your current circumstance bids you to throw in the towel and give up on life. How alarming to hear such nuances of emotional outbursts from you, you who I always saw to be full of pep and joy and hope and optimism.
I refuse to believe that the old you has died. I know you are still there, my friend. Rouse yourself. The embers of your verve for life may be dying, but struggle and fight to keep it alive. Be it a small fire from a tiny and parched wick, keep that teeny tiny light on and hold out for the rainbows and silver lining to your clouds will soon come. We continue to believe, even when all the events of our lives seem to tell us otherwise and try to drag us down.
Young grubby faces look up to you year in and year out before you left. You had such love for kids, that I never personally got to imitate. I always admired you. Our common friends admire you for your love and light and that innocence in saying things. We always forgive you even for the careless things you say, because we always know inside our hearts that you mean well. You still have us, and we feel just as helpless as you when we want to do so much now, but cannot. Your “adopted kids” here miss you as much as we, your friends, do.
Strong woman, do not let anything get you down. Because this has not been the first of your tribulations. And has God ever left you standing in the middle of nowhere without some sort of reason or additional embellishment to the beautiful design that is you life? He never left you, unnamed beauty. You relied on Him a lot of times. I was the faithless one, but I saw how He came through for you. He gave you everything you prayed for. Perhaps this is the time for you to listen to what He is asking of you…
He never sleeps, even though you are inclined to feel that way. Just TRUST in Him. He works all things for the good and you know that fully well.
Decide what really is in your heart and do not regret. Do not care what others may say about your decisions. That never bothered you so much before.
And even when you think you are wasting away there, you are still beautiful. You have a heart of gold, refined by trials. You have been damaged in all conceivable ways, but you still stand to this day as a survivor.
So continue to SURVIVE! And thrive. You often told me not to give up. You often try to share your flame when mine is running out. And so, here is my feeble attempt to give you back some of that fire you have given me these past few years.
You have always been a fighter. Why quit now? Don’t let this get to you.
What does not kill you makes you stronger. 🙂 Believe. Trust. Hope. Love.
Much love and prayers from my side of the world… to yours. Miss you so. We hope to see you soon.