miracles

we know miracles are descibed as the extraordinary things that have happened to our lives. well, to my definition, at least. but thinking it all over again, maybe we're wrong. maybe we have misunderstood the term. Perhaps TVs, books, fairytales and hearsays have made the term becomes hyperbolic and exagerrated.

Miracles seem to be when someone magically recovers from a deadly diseases.
Miracles sound like when someone who has died, awakened again.
Miracles seem to be.... surviving a holocaust, accident, horror, whatever!

I have always hoped for miracles. Miracles come to people who believed in it.. Miracles come to people who patiently waited but now, i am not so sure. Maybe miracles are simple.

Probably miracles are ones when we wake up early and we found ourselves seeing the sunshine and breathing again. It's extraordinary right? We've survived another day from this scary world.

Maybe miracles are when we realize there are parents who stood by our sides whenever the world seem to look down on us.

Maybe miracles are when.... you look at the people you really cherish and love, and in their eyes you see that they care for you too.

I think, that may be the term for "miracles".

Miracles come to people who worked and earned it. It's for the brave, for the ones who are strong enough to realize the reality that "miracles" dont just come by and stop at out doors.

We are obliged to believe, but cannot expect it to happen all the time.

Crap i dont know what im writing. Maybe i lost hope in "miracles". Perhaps it'll come to my side at one fine day.