“Those who really have a difficult life, never mention ‘difficulties in life’,” my late friend once told us in a small forum of five.
This quote always reminded me of one of my best friend. Despite tremendous difficulties in her life, she always, always consider herself lucky.
She was born on February the 13th. People tend to associate 13 with bad luck, but not her. She managed to flip the bad omen into luck. Or, perhaps it was the way she see things, her point of view, a constant perception to rewrite her hardships into stories of sweet revenge.
Such as these word of hers:
Sometimes I regret why my legs are short, but then I smiled remembering how far I’ve gone.