Comfortable

Sometimes it feels like I was forcefully displaced from my old, comfortable life. Back then everything was familiar, and I was literally and figuratively home. I had my own room, living under our own home in the province where I can do anything and be comfortable about it. My parents took care of me in amazingly loving ways, my cousins, nephews and nieces lived next door and everyday there was a house party. My friends could come over anytime. Life was comfortable, in a totally different sense.

And I never realized how wonderful  life was back then. Until now, when I don't have it anymore.

Believe me, all the cliches you hear are true. Don't wait before life comes in and makes you realize all the good things you have now. Life's ways could sometimes hurt. Big time. 

But this is not to say life is not good now, anymore. If I think about it, my life is actually more comfortable now, literally speaking. I live in the city, not more than 15 minutes away from work in the early morning, and everything is just so nearby - the malls, groceries, church etc. And everything is just a cab ride away. I am being taken cared of, quite luxuriously by my aunt these days. It's all good actually, and I like it.

So while not discounting how blessed life has been recently, let it be said that I look back at my old life, with fondness, and with longing that doesn't stop me from enjoying what's in front of me right now. I think that's exactly one of the things life has been wanting to teach me after all.