One Snap at a Time

I turned 25 just a few days ago. I spent the day having dinner with my friends at the Seafood Buffet of the Marriott Hotel here in Doha. The food was, in my humble opinion, a bit overpriced. I’ve spent a lot less than that when me and my girl friend had a dinner at the Sofitel Hotel in Manila, and the buffet we had last Thursday was nothing compared to the great selection of food and the ambiance of Sofitel.

Anyway, that’s not the point, as I said I turned 25 last Thursday, a third of my life so far, assuming I’d live until I was 75. 25 years of ups and downs, marred with tons of disappointments and failures, and yet, I could proudly say, I’ve made it through. I’ve had my fair share of victories during those times, not a lot, but I guess I did well so far.

25 years, just a third of my life, and yet I feel that I’ve lived longer than that. 25 years, most of which was spent looking for my own identity, looking for my reason for living, my purpose in life.

I’ve still got a long way to go, a lot of places to see, a lot of people to meet. What can the next 50 years have for me? Who knows, life has been sweet for the most part of my first 25 years, I wager it will be sweeter for the next 2.

Despite more responsibilities in store for me in the future, family, kids, work, the character and abilities to handle those responsibilities will be developed along the way. The more we mature, the tougher things gets, and you can also say, the tougher life gets, the more we grow into maturity.

50 more years, I head on brimming with expectation and hope for the future. 50 more years, hopefully spent outside the borders of this country. 50 more years, spent with the ones I love. 50 more years, knowing God and having a relationship with Him. And that last one ought to be more than enough to be joyful for the next 50 years.

Ciao!