Dear diary,

I am grateful.

At times I feel lost, vexed and flummoxed by problems that never should have been. I've spent days furiously rummaging through myself, desperately trying to dig up the person that I really am, something that I've seemed to lost an idea of. And I've found it again, perhaps with an even stronger conviction and fuller comprehension of myself than before.

I do not seek solutions from others, because there is none to be seeked. I can seek solace and hide in the comfort of my warmest friends, but ultimately it is I that I have to convince, to master. Yet the importance of friends' support cannot be any more understated for a person who is lacking of wisdom, guidance and courage as I. And I believe I have achieved a better grasp of what true friends mean to me and how I am less willing to judge and jump to conclusions. For that I am grateful.

There is also my blessed life to be grateful for. I do not live in poverty, hunger, destitution or abandonment. I have a complete and caring family. I am not exposed to debilitating injury, terminal illness and disease, and neither are the people I love and care about. My current existence alone is a gift that I should treasure and be thankful for.

I am also grateful that I am not borne of retardation, or lack the capacity to reason and rationalise. I am borne of mild temperament and a natural propensity to be happy, which is something that many others struggle with daily. I am not without flaws, but I am glad that I am aware of many of them, though they are latently difficult to correct.

I am only human. I suffer from all the evils of thought and mind that plagues man. For being able to acknowledge this, I too am grateful, and will strive to disengage from them as much as I can.

Today I take a step back and count my blessings. Perhaps all should.