lucky?

I once read an entry on baby's diary, where she listed down everything she was grateful and lucky for.

Do you feel lucky?

This is one of those moments where I feel incredibly lucky. Granted, there are still certain things that can get me upset or depressed, but these things in life are inevitable. It is only how one's perspective is like, and how one handles it, is it not?

Tonight is one of those nights where upon pondering, I feel immensely lucky. Lucky, because of a great many things.

I am lucky and grateful because everything that I worked for is turning out good. Perhaps because I chose not to give up, maybe because I chose to persist, but whatever it may be, I feel so lucky to have her. I feel incredibly lucky and grateful that I am with my baby, and that I have her. I do not deny that the first few months were tough and rough, I admit that there were times when the quarrels just got to me, and of course, there was once or twice when we broke up.

However, I am glad that neither she nor I gave up. Because, look where it has gotten us now. This never giving up, this persistence, this loving no matter how tough or far the distance is, look where it has gotten us. We are now on our own magical journey to Never Never Land, a wondrous kingdom where a happily ever after actually exists. There actually is a happily ever after for us after all. Things are going well for the both of us. In fact, things are going perfectly more than fine. Yes, we have those few fights, and we have those intense fights where she gets super pissed and I get intolerable. But who doesn't?

I feel so incredibly lucky to be with her, to have her. My baby.

Of course, I also feel very lucky to have these friends of mine who are with me through it all. Perhaps it is when we listen to the troubles and worries of others that we truly come to appreciate what we really have. And I am very lucky to have these friends of mine whom I can be so comfortable with, whom I can just talk to about nothing and everything, who stick with me through it all. These friends whom I have known for almost 10 years now, we still are just as close, we still stick together and keep in touch regardless of where we are, what we do now.

I appreciate, too, that I have a comfortable house that I can go home to. Granted, my family is not exactly one of those close-knitted ones, and I, for one, would really like having my own space and my own freedom and independence. There is something about me that really gets frustrated and annoyed when I start spending more than a day with my family. But of course, regardless, I appreciate having a comfortable home.

There are too many things in life that we take for granted, and I suppose this is one of those nights where I start pondering and remembering everything and everyone that I have around me.

These times should come more often. Or maybe, there should be some kind of guide to guide us through those times when we take everything for granted.

What do you say to taking chances?