Over 7,000 days ago, I got extracted from my mother’s uterus. Since then, I encountered a lot of people and made friends with some of them. Unfortunately, I’ve lost track and some of them don’t even know me. A few may even deny my existence. Not only that, I have difficulty in remembering things – many names, some places, a couple of dates. But that will not stop me from re-connecting with them.
Not only that, I’ll be focused and committed in one way or another. And every day will be a better day. I won’t live it like it was my last day on earth, because I can.