A Reflection about Gratitude
For what in your life are you honestly, genuinely grateful for? To whom would you have to manifest your thanks? How do you think you really ought to show your gratitude concretely and specifically, not just in words but in deeds?
I am honestly, genuinely grateful for being alive and loved. I’m happy to wake up in the morning. I am granted another day to be happy and live my life to the fullest. I am glad that I know to never give up on life; that life has its ups and downs. I feel bad for those who do not know how important their lives really are and do drastic things to themselves. They end up hurting many people around them. The people who love and care and look up to them are caused so much pain. No matter how down I feel, it always helps to know that I have people around who love and care for me. This, although being a really simple thing to know, has helped me through many hardships in my life, and I plan on passing it on to many people. To feel okay with myself, I would have to manifest my thanks to those who helped bring me into this world, my parents. I would also have to thank the other people who helped me grow up and teach me like my grandparents, uncles, aunts, family friends, and other guardians. I would also thank my friends. When I’m not at home, they become my guardians and vice versa. I have one big family and it’s good to know that I can always count on them to help me with problems and support me. The way I would show my gratitude by living life the best I can and to do many things that other people who are not grateful don’t do. Helping out other people whenever I can, picking up toilet paper off the bathroom floor, leaving places cleaner than when I got there, smiling and greeting strangers, helping new people feel welcome, offering seats to people who need them more on public transportation, taking time for myself to relax and to not be serious all the time, and thanking other for the little things they do to me like inviting me to hang out or letting me into their lives by telling me personal stories or by letting me give them advice.
