..just like the feet..

The empty receiving room, the absence of noise, the spacious couch. I'm home..

I poured the 2-liter container of milk into the glass, grabbed the pillow from my room and settled in my favorite corner of the house. Elevating my legs is one of my simple joys of the day, and it became a habit. I love the moments of solitude when a glass of milk saves me from conserving energy of cooking meals. I have all the time in the world watching my feet, and why my mom loves to hold it everytime. I wonder what would it be if God created them facing backward. I'll twist my waist then to lace my  shoes, probably rotate some angle of my head for me to fix it because I'll be wearing them the other way around, and I'll be moving, errrr...backwards. I shake off the morbid thoughts, watch my toes fanning out, bending and wiggling them such as to say they are a happy feet. And thanking God He orchestrated it magically perfect I doesn't have to do all things I imagined above.

How beautiful life becomes depends on how beautiful we look at things. Sure, we have our own keepsake of unwanted memories. Those that withhold us from experiencing the true joy of living. If only we can learn to simplify things, honor the blessings starting from ordinary people surrounding us everyday, channeling the bad circumstances into something which we can draw lessons from, and making the deepest pit of our trials into a bouncing leap of inspirations, then probably, there will be less lonely people in the universe. If our feet can say the hidden truth why they were made that way, I would like to think of it this way: that just like our feet, life is meant to be traveled forward, no matter how complicated it is, no matter how unsure we are what lies ahead in there, no matter how many times we hit rock bottom, no matter how much we've been rejected, despised, tested, and pushed to our limits. Because between those stops and pauses, light shines somewhere in the depths of our hearts. I don't know what you call it, but I believe it's the inherent power of the human soul to keep on moving. Whatever the things we conceive in our mind, remember , God is already there.  He'll be the last man standing for you.