Each one of us live our lives, hoping that one day we will feel contented. We all crave to live a meaningful life. A life that, even if we’ve been bruised a thousands times, we still find healing and feel true happiness and love in those around us.

I was looking through my old photos, diaries and scrapbooks yesterday and I could not help the big smile left plastered on my face. I found myself feeling overjoyed because looking back at my past, I realized that I have certainly lived a meaningful life.

I have laughed ’til I cried. I have felt the love, respect and acceptance of those around me. I have danced the night away. I have travelled, visited and have set foot on a handful of beautiful places. I have made friends more than the number of stars I can count in the sky. I have made a hundred and one mistakes, but bravely faced each one to right the wrongs. I have seen the beauty of nature. I have seen the beauty of God’s works. I have been hurt and have cried ’til there were no more tears. I have stood up and have fought for what I believed was right. I have been overly depressed and have intoxicated myself with alcohol to ease the pain. I have given so much love, not just to those around me, but to myself as well. I have been a friend and have reached out to those who were in need of my hand or shoulder. I have overworked myself, but found reward in the happiness of the results. I have accepted God in my life and have served him. I have failed and have cursed life, but always found the true beauty of it afterwards.

I have lived. I have felt contentment. I am happy. I am whole.

So, if I die tomorrow I will not be disappointed. I know that my life was a meaningful one: I have lived and have loved to the best of my abilities. ^^;;