I just came to ask myself as i woke up this morning on my birthday...
How many hours have been FRUITFUL? How many seconds have been wasted? How many have been spent in BOREDOM, in absolute HIGH-SPIRITS, in marveling the sunset, in PRAYER, in TRUTH, in LOVE? Did i just live 24 years without touching a single soul? Am I in total oblivion or in the paradise of the real meaning of JOY? While asking these questions, i realized enough that truly, the real meaning of contentment is GOD.
As of today, i can't truly say that all those years have been vibrant and productive. I can't bear witness that i am steady and firm. But, through all these years, GOD is the only one that has remained the same and the only one that's FAITHFUL. I will continue in HIM and strive to fill in ALL the years that are to come with MEANING.
So, all these years, 24 times a million, I GIVE HIM THANKS for EVERYTHING.
