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Self-discovery

I felt very inspired a few nights ago after I met up with a very close friend who had shared a great deal about her life journey. Her life journey, although cannot be identical to my own, somehow resonates with me. And to see how this person grows after having experienced from one ordeal to another, and now has attained so much joy and peace, only confirm my outlook in life.

There will be times when we will be afflicted with trials and tribulations, and that the world may seem bleak, but only through these times, we can actually find strength. Although intuitively, we all know how it really feels when life sucks. We feel we are plummeting into this deep, dark, black hole and everything else will be a downward spiral just when we think that that is the end of it all. The most re-assuring thing is, there is no other way to go because that's the bottomest kiddo. We can only head towards that one direction, and that is to keep going up. And the next re-assuring thing is, only through the darkest times, we feel ourselves become this powerful person we never thought we could be. And how sweet the look of surprise on our faces will be for not realizing that only through difficulties and challenges, and through all the pain, that we can discover and eventually find Hope, Strength, Courage, Patience, Faith and Optimism.

And this is what I call, the journey of self-discovery; slowly discovering what we are actually capable of and what we really are made of.


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