Another year

Another year of my life has passed. How thankful I am that the Lord blessed me with one more year on earth. I’m blessed, even though sometimes I take my good life for granted sometimes. There are so many things I have and so many things for which I am grateful. There are so many things in life to enjoy: family, friends, lovers, good food, good music, good books and good, hard fulfilling work. I know there are many people out there that do not have one tenth of the love and happiness I have in my life. I pray they get some love and kindness in their life, because without it life doesn’t really seem worth living. Of course, I have known despair and sorrow in this short life of mine. I have loved and lost deeply. I have failed. I have desired, and come up short. I struggled. But things could be so much worse. I’m not a slave. I’m not a woman in an impoverished male-dominated country. I’m not living in an insane, rigid theocracy. I will not have to abandon my girl child for a foreigner to adopt. I can live in relative peace without the fear of horse-riding henchman burning my family alive and raping my body because of my skin-color. I don’t have to prostitute myself because there are no jobs in my country. Things could be so much worse. I think of the things I want for my future and I become very impatient at times. The house. The husband. The children. The vacations. I hope and pray it comes in time, but for now I will simply thank the Almighty for the time I have been given.