Tired Soup for the Chicken Soul

During those days when I was facing so many problems and issues, I told myself that I shouldn’t be going through such unnecessary ordeal, that I do not deserve to be in such a situation.

But I was wrong. If there is one thing that I realized out of everything that happened, it is that no ordeal is unnecessary.

An ordeal is a test of character. In each and every ordeal we are thrown into, there is only one challenge: to become a better person after. It is to rise above everything that happened and be able to say that this ordeal only made me more than I was before, without any air of vanity and self-admiration. It is because during those times you also realized your flaws, your weakness, your limits, and even your biases. You realized how imperfect you are and to what extent the boundaries of your reasons are, and how sometimes emotion must kick in to move you.

It is during these trying times that you learn the limits of patience, the value of courage, the difference of appearance and reality, and mostly, the authenticity of sacrifice. It is to sacrifice a lot of things not bearing in mind if it was all worth it, but simply acknowledging that you did, and that as much as your sacrifice made you lose some things, it as well led to some gains.

These gains are the realizations you have made: that abrasiveness may indicate truthfulness, and niceties otherwise; that friendship is as good as a principle as that of the value of a promise; that truth withheld may be because it was for your own good, or you didn’t deserve to hear it in the first place; that the feeling of sadness and hurt instead of anger signify how well you have taken things thrown at you.

These gains are also the people and things you have come to appreciate, appreciate more, or appreciate less; those that you have come to love, to love more, to love less, but never hate; those that you have come to respect, to respect more, or to respect less, but never totally disrespect; those which you learn to admire, admire more, or admire less, but never dislike; the things and people that changed who you are, and who you will become.

After everything’s over, you are still the same person who stupidly dances in front of the mirror, you still look at your zits, complain about your receding hairline, and wish that those stubborn flabs would disappear. But somehow you feel sad knowing that you’ll never look at people and things the same way again. As much as you’ve changed, so did everything else. You just hope that such change will prove itself to be good.

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