At 47...

I realize these:

Life is a matter of choice.

In every aspect

we've got to know,

to examine (sometimes none of this),

to weigh things (sometimes by impulse)

and pick.

Then later on

after sometime,

after exerting all the efforts,

after giving what we're capable of giving,

after draining our energy

we'd see

he/she/it/they is/are not all worth it.

At 47...

I learned

after all and each thing I've done,

after each sacrifice,

after each compromise,

after each and every life's slice

It's me, none other than me

who is responsible

of my doing,

of my crying,

of my laughing,

of my being.

Life is a matter of purpose.

In every choice I make

there's a reason,

there are factors to consider,

there are results to deal with.

This point motivates me

to wake up every day,

to take on each task,

to confront each difficulty,

to squeeze my brain,

for the resolution of each hitch.

Thus, I thank God that

I underwent

choosing,

hardships,

frustrations,

defeat.

I thank God that

I still have this chance

to gather each piece,

to reflect, and

to put things together.

I thank God for

His provision of choices,

of consequences, and

of cognizance.

Above all,

I thank God my Father for

giving me choices,

making me see each consequence,

letting me know that my life has a purpose

and I'm blessed

at 47.