This is a picture of my fifth grade class at P.S. 274, an elementary school in Brooklyn, New York. I’m the girl at the far left end of the second row, in the grey sweater and jeans. A childhood friend posted the photo on Facebook a few years ago, and ever so often another classmate joins Facebook, or stumbles across the picture, and adds a comment.
That very thing happened last week. I got notification on my phone that someone else had left a comment. Someone who I had never forgotten in all the years, and someone who I was ELATED to find again. We started messaging each other and catching up on things (Where do you live now?, What do you do?, etc.). He asked me one question that made me reflect on my entire life:
“How has life been for you?”
I thought of a way to respond without mentioning all of the times I fell down and got back up again. The days I cried, and struggled, and couldn’t find my way. Because after all, I can still say that I’ve done well for myself. I responded:
“Good question. Challenging, but the blessings always outweigh the burdens. I’ve done well. I can’t complain.”
“Yes life is a journey not a destination.”
And that let me know that he knew exactly where I was coming from. Life has been good. I like to think that my good days outweigh my bad, and that the best is yet to come.