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Something suddenly stroke my mind today. I have been living my life to the fullest for the past few weeks. Noticing things that I had been missing out, regaining my friendships which I had left behind. And always to realize how fortunate I am, and how great and wonderful my life is.
There's one question that has been in my mind for many years, and many years I thought I found the answer to it. Am I good? Am I a Hero? Why am I helping people? Today, it all made sense to me, for the very first time. Yes, I m good. Yes, I am a Hero in my own heart, and I followed my heart.
Yet, of course. I wasn't born a hero, I was made a Hero by the people I loved. My parents were my source of ability and my strength. If my dad were not great enough, I could not afford to "Give". If my mom were not wonderful enough, I would not be able to "Take".
I am a Hero, made by my parents.
two months post-partum
3 years ago
2 comments:
hero,miss u^^hahahaha
see u soonnnnnnn....
i love this post,so much so much,especially the last two sentence..
woah, not bad. you get the meaning of "give" and "take". haha. thanks thanks. looking forward to see you too. :p
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