My First Life
I am living my first life. My first life as a human being and as a person of society. My first life as a child of my parents. My first life as a dreamer of something big.
This is my first time. This is my first time getting scolded for pretending to sleep. It is my first time learning how to write my name. My first time making many friends. And my first time learning how to go to school by myself.
I once remember how I fell on the ground for running carelessly and scraped my knee on the cemented ground. I did not cry. I stood up and still went to my mother knowing she was going to be furious. Looking back at it, I was pretty brave for someone who fears her mother very much.
Another one is when I bravely raised my hands to answer my teacher’s question despite my rare class participation. It was a math question at that. A subject that I hate by the way.
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Or when I mustered my courage to ask a security guard to ask for directions for I lost sight of my brother and mother while on our way out of the mall. I was already crying by then. And two children were looking me in the eye.
These are a few of my experiences wherein I was a little braver than usual. I don’t usually hold back tears, raise my hands, or ask for help. I was brave. I faced those challenges.
It was my first time asking for help. It was my first time I solved a problem without crying. It was my first time I voiced my answer.
Remembering these memories made me realize that we are all experiencing our many firsts in this life. We fall, we stumble, and we face problems because this life isn’t just all fun. Life was made like this to make us stronger. Don’t worry about falling over and just focus on how you can climb up.
Don’t be so hard on yourself because this is your first life. Give yourself a chance.
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