I have spent more than imaginable time to complain about the minute flaws in a system or organization at home and many other places. Perhaps a sliver from all the hours of my day would be too much to account for the moments I’ve taken to stop and be thankful for something.
We get carried away with all new things that come to us with passing days, and we forget express gratitude for the simplest beauties around us.
When we learn to feel grateful of the present and of the moment, when we learn to be thankful for what we possess and pleasant situations, we begin to curb desires, wants, hatred – the unnecessary and defilements that ruin tranquility of the mind – and in a way, we begin to heal.
Wherever you are and whenever it may be, look around and be thankful for everything you get, from a peaceful sleep and a wonderful family to the support you receive in building your dreams.
Exhale with a smile, you are fortunate and blessed.
The walk swallowed the energy that I had left from shedding all of my troubles into the water. I felt them float around me like thick flakes, and they followed the bubbles from my mouth. It was not that kind of day, when my muscles would still work against needle sharp aches and continue to hoot with the percussionist in my head.
Some of the percussions reroute the firing of synapses, yet I constantly ask myself of the faults that appear out of nowhere.
Now the band, that resides in the middle of my mind, hails this barbaric percussionist, solely because it is able to make me collapse at the sight of greater minds. That is when I find myself hammering my skull, and perhaps wait for it to crack. I know this player is afraid of crevices, so I decided to sit under the running of vehicles by the neighbourhood. I prayed to the intense solitariness that crawled under the walls of my flesh, that it should be done and cemented before I begin to shake from all of its experiments.