There have been numerous times in my life when I try to take a look at my life and how it has been. I try to recall those beautiful moments just so I could appreciate how wonderful my life is. I remember those nights when my family would watch Pinoy romantic comedies over coffee crumble and cheese ice cream. I remember the smiles that suddenly appear whenever I aim a camera at my church friends. I remember those days of kicking coconut husks in our tiny high school classroom and getting red stains on our brown skirts due to floor wax. I remember the number of tables that my blockmates and I would occupy in the caf and the laughter that would ensue each time we sang Backstreet Boys songs. I remember the fulfillment and the high fives that my groupmates and I would exchange after a report or a presentation. I remember the joy that I felt for each check mark in our logarithms long test in Math which I totally did not prepare enough for. I remember the number of train rides that I had during our Euro-tripping. I remember the tears and hugs that we shared during the AJSS graduation practice when they played Kanlungan. I remember the "What Time Is It?" wave that I rehearsed for a number of times with my cousins just to get it right for my grandmother's birthday. I remember all the people who would send me messages through YM during those times when I needed a break from all the work. I remember the number of people who believed in me and voted for me as the org president. I remember how blessed I am to have no physical defect and to have a bountiful supply of food at home. I remember the moments when I didn't get the gold but still had people who trusted my capabilities. I remember the time when my uncles and aunts gave me words of advice before I went to France. I remember the secrets that people still revealed to me as they believed that I would keep them. I remember the thank-you's I received from my NSTP kids even just for a piece of candy.
I remember the love abundantly present around me.

There are soooo many reasons for me to get pissed off especially with all the hardships, the pressure, the losses, and the failures...
"...but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world.

Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst.

And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life."

You might have no idea what I'm talking about--especially if like me, you're one who has sulked in the sadness of his/her own life.
But don't worry...I'm sure that you will soon enough. Just look closer.