You Are Meant For Miracles

I was nine when I started to love reading books and writing stories. I remember how I would fall asleep with a book beside me, only to dream later I was inside of the novel I was reading.

Once, I was in the Magical Land of Narnia, helping Aslan save it from the Evil Witch. Another time, I was with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, studying potions and riding our broomsticks.

In my dreams, I have become a wise wizard, a powerful alchemist, a brave warrior angel, a noble paladin, and so much more.

Books during my younger years have been my escape from the monotony of the real world. And the novels and stories I’ve read have served as an alternate reality, where I could be anything I wished.

They were very much the fuel that ignited my fire, my passion, and my wildest imagination.

Someday, I thought, I’ll be everything I’ve ever dreamt of.
I’m going to be a hero, and I’m going to be someone.

It only took a matter of time for time itself to prove me wrong.

Falling Short

As a child, you thought everything would go exactly as you imagined. You thought life was a simple equation your parents had already figured out, and you just needed to follow their steps.

You just need to follow what everyone else did.

Unfortunately, when it’s your turn to tackle it, you’d find out your parents don’t even know what they were doing, and worse, they were also struggling.

You realize you are on your own.

I remember the hardest moment of my youth was when I was diagnosed with anxiety and panic disorder. My heart would tremble and I would turn cold, and freeze during the attacks, unable to move any muscle.

I remember feeling as if it was already my turn to die. I remember feeling scared and being certain that nothing could ever save me.

During this course of battling my anxiety and panic disorder, I faced embarrassment, eventually lost many friends, and didn’t graduate college on time.

When people brought up this topic, it was easy to smile and say I had bad luck. But when I was already alone in my room when no one was watching, there wasn’t anything to do but cry.

“How did everything come to this?”

It was time to confront the darkness and seek a way out.

The Gift of Remembering Who You Truly Are

The greatest sin we could commit is to forget who we are.

So when you feel lost and unable to fly, when everything you pursue, dream of, or desire feels like a failure, remember this: The only thing you need to do is to remember who you truly are.

First, remember your name. Then go back to your childhood, and start feeling your heart and soul.

What is your simple joy? How’s your family?

Think back on the personal stories that shaped you into who you are today.

Remembering them is an act of self-forgiveness, a way to let go of the world’s attempts to ruin you and your dreams.

When I was at my darkest hour, I recall a moment when I walked and walked around the college campus until I couldn’t step any further. Feeling tired and exhausted, I lay on the grassy field and saw the slow-moving clouds in the sky. It was at this moment that I had a flashback to when I would daydream all afternoon, cloud-gazing and reading books outside our house.

It was a simple memory, but it was very defining of who I am as a person. I remember a simple joy that made me smile. And eventually, it saved me.

You are Meant For Miracles

From the beginning to the end, from the very first sunrise to the last sunset, we can choose to believe that all of this means nothing or that all of these moments are miracles.

You could not have been born, but you have. And the simple fact that you are still living and breathing is reason enough to say you are meant to exist in this lifetime.

For me, it’s reason enough to say you are meant for something.

You are meant to see the world through different lenses, to experience its beauty and nature through your own life.

If you have doubts then realize you are reading this right now. It’s a miracle that out of all the people who could have opened and read this story, you are the one who did.

I’ve written “You are meant for miracles” because I refuse to believe that only some lives are special, that only a few were blessed to experience the good life, or happiness, or freedom.

If there’s anything that my childhood books have taught me, it’s that there is no limit to our imagination.

There is no limit to what humanity can discover about itself.

At any given point in time, we have a choice to turn our lives to where fate is calling us, anyway we want it.

If we say that today is a miracle, then it is a miracle as we say it is.

When we seek, we find.

When we dream, the old us dies.

Hello Readers,

For this article, I’d like to pose a simple question:

• In what ways do you witness miracles in your own life, even in the everyday moments?

Feel free to share your thoughts if you’re inclined.

I wish you all a happy life! Peace.