First

1st June 2018.

There are many firsts in life. I am my parent’s first born and they, my first source of comfort in this fleetingly confusing world.

Let’s reflect on the many firsts we might have had.

That first A grade?

First day of school?

First job experience?

First project completed?

First friend?

First love?

First child?

Or perhaps…First day of the month?

I have always found firsts to have a certain magic of its own. There is a nerve-wracking uncertainty to it all. The hype and excitement of a much awaited experience. A colourfully painted imagination of the unknown. Above all, there lies deep within the trenches of ourselves, a hope for a better life.

This post is to commemorate another day, to show gratefulness to the One who has curated us and our life stories so perfectly. The One that gives, restrains both good and bad. Shouldn’t He be part of the firsts in our lives?

To myself and those I care about: