The Art of Recovery

Hey guys, I want you to not just listen to this song while reading my post. I also want you to read the lyrics after reading my post so you can fully relate why I chose this song for this blog post! God bless everyone! :)

I was not so sure how it started. Phone call? Chat? I don't know. All I know now is there's one person in this world who can fully understand me. In just a matter of two weeks, I get to realize that my life is not the hardest story ever written. That what happened to me should be a learning experience. That there's no other way but to go up. Despite everything that happened in my life. Blue prays for me. Blue had been always there, waiting for things to change. Waiting for prayers to be answered.

Blue used to be a friend. A friend I get to meet occasionally. A friend who bullies me whenever this person can. And I saw Blue that way all through the days I've known this person. Until one day, out of my want to go out and have a friend to talk to, this person asked me to go out and maybe we can just talk about everything that I am going through.

I never saw Blue biased, because we are friends. Blue always tells me that things can get better. Better in a way that God planned. This person tells me that I should cry, but I should help myself to stop crying. I still cry, yes.That's part of the learning experience. Pain is all part of this life.

Pain is an experience with a gift of healing in the end. See that smile? It's the art of recovery. 

Blue is a real good friend. I am surprised about everything this person told me about this person's life. And it's plainly a surprise. I can't imagine a story like this person's do exist. Blue is a strong and good person. Our church Pastor said, that "strong" doesn't mean a big and strong body. Instead, it's all about strong and big faith. In this person, I saw a person of faith. Real faith.

Knowing Blue at this point in my life is a big reality check of the things I've been through. It made me realize that every person is unique, and it's not all about how you see them. It's all about how you know them. I must go and move. I must never stop praying. I must draw myself closer to the one who made everything. I must honor my parents. I must love my life, and do everything out of His purpose of my existence.

I'm happy that God bless me with real good people. Good people who never would leave, no matter what. Good family that never gives up. Good life full of short comings, yet fuller with strength.

I never dreamed of an easy life. I prayed for strength, and that's all I will pray everyday.