Some quiet nights, i do creep out at night to the living room.
Today, I sat in total darkness, staring at the only thing that i can see, the face of my grandfather's clock also known as the Longcase clock, it's glass surface caught the lights from the street lamps outside. The clock's shiny surface stood out in the dark. I could hear the ticking of the clock, "Tick, tick, tick..." on and on in dead silence.
I sat down on the marble floor, my heart beating slowly, as if it was synchronizing to the beat of the clock. I closed my eyes for a slight moment and opened to the chimes of midnight.
I lit up the pink candle that's stuffed in the center of a blueberry muffin. I sat it on the floor, clasped my hand and made a wish, "Lord, this would be a long one. Bless me with wisdom, bless me with knowledge and understanding. As imperfect as i am, lord teach me how to love myself, for i've been disappointed. Lord, guide me to live my dream, for i've lost my guiding hand. Lord, may you bestow health and joy upon me, for i have huge dreams to live for. Thank you for the failures i had. Thank you for the suffering. Thank you for everything. Because without those, i'd probably would never be what i am today."
I blew out the flame, the wax melted all over the circumference of the candle holder leaving an inch of wax. I whispered, "Happy birthday."
From this moment, i was enlightened and that, sometimes letting go does not necessarily mean that you are weak, it actually shows that you're strong enough to let go.
"Happy birthday."
