No gifts. No problem

Less than three hours before calling it a day, I have not received any material birthday gift. No chocolates, no cakes, no boxes wrapped in fancy papers. No one handed me a piece of anything that is generally considered a symbol of love and appreciation.

If I were 20 years old, I would be in my bed, closing the doors and assuming a fetal position. If it were not for the lessons I have learned, I would be crying my heart and feeling so lonely and neglected. If I had not experienced hardships or saw other people struggle, the absence of wrapped, tangible presents would have made me ask the Big Man “why”.

I am thankful that that’s not the case. I may not have received anything that resembles possession and monetary wealth, but I certainly feel that I am rich.

I am rich because of the friends that encircle me. Compared to others, I have a very small circle of friends whom I consider real, truthful brothers and sisters. These people enrich my life with laughter and understanding of what good times really mean. They have been my positive energy in a world full of negativity. I am rich because I have a few, but never absent backups when circumstances drag me down.

I am rich because I have the capacity to help others. I am not saying this means I get to lend other people cash, rather; I am in a position to serve people in different ways every single day. Education, good parenting and keen observation have made me realize the significance of helping even in the simplest of opening the door for an elderly, listening to a friend’s story and being an advocate for someone who needs assistance. 

I am rich because I have a family who’s always there for me. We do not always live a comfortable life. In fact, my parents have struggled a lot in order to provide for our daily needs. Despite the hardships, my parents have never wavered in supporting us with our endeavors, helping us every step of the way; making sure that we are given the right push as we journey in life. My parents never complained and I have never felt very poor because they shower us with all that they have - food, shelter, comfort, care, and lots of love.

I am rich because of my experiences. I have through so many wonderful and lesson-filled encounters in the past few years. Although not all of them are worthy of being remembered, nor proudly broadcasted, all in all, my experiences have been an important element in molding me to become a person who understands that not everything comes in silver platter. Most of the time, the sweetest victory comes from measured patience and battles fought harder.

I am very rich because of Him. All glory is always brought back to the big Man up there. I can’t think of the right words to say; but one thing is for sure - I am rich and will be richer and stronger physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually and financially because of His providence. Never forsaken, never forgotten, always loved and cared.

Maybe, just maybe, this mindset has to come with age. Nonetheless, I am thankful that I take this way. No hard feelings. No bitterness. No expectations. No gifts. No problem.