January 14, 2009

• Brokenness

  Every two weeks, I would try my best to go to women’s group. Women’s group is basically a fellowship of women of similar age group that come together to study and discuss the Bible and talk about revelations/epiphanies that we have on our walk(s) in Christianity. Well — that’s what we are supposed to do. But when E asked about a recap of 2008 and how it went for everybody, we ended up sharing our fears, failures, and of course, the deepest and most darkest pains that we wouldn’t otherwise unravel to other people, but was safe to do so within the group of sisters.

  I honestly thought I had issues, but there’s more than that.
  I realized that broken people come from all avenues of life.

  I thought that my dad’s constant cheating, yelling, fighting over money and selfish nature in the family was bad (and lets not start with mom’s characteristics), but after hearing these stories ranging from personal loneliness, cancer, to physical abusive fathers, I gotta say, it was humbling.

  What I have to deal with, is nothing. There are worse things in life.

  I am just so happy to have shelter, to have friends, the liberty to make choices, food, useless luxury items, easy access to knowledge and education, good health, — just everything.

  So next time you are sitting there crying over a relationship, or crying over a bad mark in school, or that you didn’t get that job that you wanted, or that you broke the heel to your Manolo Blahniks, just remember that somebody out there is having it 100 times worse than you.

  …and I am saying this in all humbleness. Because I honestly think, that when we realize how minute and trivial our problems really are, it’s then that we really see life for what it truly is and how much it is really worth. I think one cannot help but suddenly feel that true happiness is not that far-fetched after all.

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