Our life is measured by how many tears of joy we've shed for every reward and success, for great wonders witnessed, for impossible heights reached, for our every dawning realization, up to the simplest blessings that could mean a lot to us. Those times when we knew for certain that our life was changed forever.
Our life is measured by smiles that symbolized not only of pleasure and happiness, but of strength and will to make the most out of our life. The moments when we couldn't move forward and there's no place to go back to as well, so we tried moving sideways. The little steps, our acts of going the extra mile for others, not even for ourselves.
Our life is measured by little and big decisions; it is measured by moments of indecision that took for a few seconds or hours or days for us to overcome. The books we've read when we have nowhere else to look for answers in life's confusing questions, the movies we've watched as we tried to figure if we wanted to walk or run. Those times when we couldn't keep up with the fast-paced routine of the world, so we decided to close our eyes and calm our heart.
Our life is measured by mistakes we've committed, lessons we've learned, and all that was in between. From all people we've intentionally and accidentally hurt, from our own share of pain that broke us and afterwards made us a whole new person. It is measured by those questions we've asked, some were answered while some remained to be a mystery unsolved. Those times when we doubt everything and things still went right, proving that good things always come even if we fail to believe sometimes. It is measured by those many times when we've been selfish and still loved, when we were childish and were still taken seriously, when we were pushing everyone away and someone still reached out to hold our hand, when we didn't want to stand and fight back anymore and someone shoved us back up and told us we didn't have to do it alone.
Our life is measured by love. Those moments when we just wanted to stay in someone's arms, hoping the feeling would last forever. The time when we first comforted our sister when she broke her heart, or cried our heart out when our dog died. The rare times when someone's smile was enough to complete our day. It was those long hours of listening to love songs, happy and sad, while the rain was pouring hard. Those silent, cold nights when flashbacks of past stories made us laugh at ourselves, either that or it triggered the feeling of longing, of missing the person/s in the memory.
Our life is measured by how many people we've sincerely laughed and cried with, to whom we've told our happiest memory and darkest inhibition, from whom we've heard the most heartbreaking stories of love, pain and sacrifices. The people we could talk with the whole day about nothing important, those we could be serious and silly with and not be judged.
Our life is measured by how strong we've been in the past, how excited we are of the future, how thankful and happy we are of today.
Our life is measured by our devotion to be a better person, daughter or son, partner, soulmate, parent, friend, neighbor... every day of our life.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now, to sing out
Though the story never ends
Remember a year in the life of friends