Someone asked, “Why do you write about your life? Is it okay with you to share your experiences to people you do not even know?” I said, “I am writing for those who may want to read my stories. They are not extraordinary ones. They are simply life experiences of a nobody. But somehow someone may want to read ordinary things from ordinary people and so I write.”

We do not have to be great in order to share some snippets of hope. We do not have to be wealthy in order to share something good to others we don’t even know. We do not have to be someone in order to be felt by anyone. We do not have to wait for heavens to fall before we feel that there is magic in the air.

I write because I believe that I have been blessed with so much in my ordinary and simple life. I feel that it is my obligation to give back by paying forward. I cannot pay for the many chances in life that I have been blessed. I can only share and move forward in small and simple steps. I do not have to wait for the right time to write what is in my mind. I can only capture the magical moments now while I am still alive.

The world is full of bliss. We can only have grateful hearts when we are fascinated by the magical atmosphere we live in. If we focus too much on difficulties, hurts, or even trivialities, we might forget to see the bigger picture and miss seeing heaven. “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6:21).

“I will spend my heaven doing good on earth.” (St. Therese of Lisieux).