Vintage Christian Dior cashmere sweater, Levi’s jeans, Versace x H&M boots
Two days ago, I stepped out of my bathroom from my morning shower, dressed up, put my moisturizer on, did my hair and after all that, I looked at myself in the mirror. Then I had an epiphany: I am happy. I’m genuinely happy. I’m getting happier as I get older. I have a a good-paying job. I live in a first world country. I have a lavish lifestyle that I think I deserve because I work hard. I don’t have a romantic love life but that’s being easily covered up by the love of my family and friends. I used to hate birthdays but during the past three years, I’ve celebrated the bests of my life with the people who mattered to me the most. I used to say that I’m not a family person but lately, I’ve proven that I love them more than ever and I’m willing to do everything to protect them in case someone threatens their peace.
I think I am in a phase in my life where the dust of my childhood and adolescent years are starting to settle down. I’m getting rid off the young and temperamental me that I was and getting to know myself better. I’ve opened up to different people with differences from me and learned a lot from them. Through that, I learned tolerance. Most of all, I’m blessed and totally lucky. I used to wish I was a world wide phenomenon of a fashion blogger but I don’t see it happening sooner but my blogger life isn’t that bad at all with the friends and meaningful relationships I make through my site. Realizing all these things, it makes me happy.
Let me end this post with a prayer:
“Dear universe, thank you for showering me with all these blessings even though at times I don’t feel like I deserve them. I offer the tears and sorrows of my past and lift up the anxieties of my future to you so I can enjoy the beauty of the present. Thank you!”
photo by Ashley Dy