twenty one days after my twenty first year of existence on earth, i woke up twenty one times richer. as new sets of cells dominate my physical body, it slowly dawned to me how fortunate i am to be three times richer in dreams, hopes and friends as compared way back when i was seven.
seeing the planetary alignment, witnessing a couple of eclipses, enjoying the blue moon, experiencing the bliss of flight, winning a couple of awards, being caught in depression, fear and anxiety, flunking a subject, acing a major academic paper, getting a job, riding on the unstable raft of the relationship called love, gaining and losing friends and acquaintances, and trying to experience every bit of being a human is really nothing in a span of twenty-one years.
i remembered how my former university professor would always remind me: “you have not yet made any mark on the history of this planet. you are just a speck of dust at the universe.”
true. i am nothing but a single being struggling for survival in almost all the aspects and areas built by the human civilization. i am nobody to those who do not really know me but my twenty-one years of experience has taught me to be a somebody, to be twenty-one times stronger, to be someone who could leave a mark in the history of the world. thanks to all the people who have been a part of my life since i first breathe oxygen from this planet. to all of you (family, friends, high school and college friends, blog mates, officemates, neighbors, acquaintances, professors, room mates) who have made my life meaningful, thank you very much.