This intuitive musing gave a boost! There are a lot of uncertainties, and sometimes, I focus on my worries. I forget to smell the flower, to gaze the shimmering clouds, and listen to the chirping birds. But I’ve learned to pause and ponder on the beauty of existence, life has a lot to offer; although sometimes things seem to fall apart, and the morning glory turns to horror — hearing a sad, sad news about my relatives’ misfortune.
But I opt to be positive and utter a prayer that my relatives who lost all their possession to ashes due to a possible arson in Boracay Island recently would recover soon. And your article really made a difference. I have more than my hair and boobs to be grateful of. 🙂
On the morning of my 39th birthday, I was grateful for two things: my hair and my boobs.
There were other things too, of course – the way Sam buried his little face in my hair at 5:30 in the morning. The way he and Drew planned how to surprise me with breakfast and cake and presents.
But my hair and boobs were on my mind the most because in the week leading up to my birthday, one friend had to shave her head and another friend found out she might be losing her breasts.
I sort of hate to feel gratitude like this—it seems like such a selfish feeling. Like by being grateful I am saying that I am grateful that YOU have this horrible disease and not me. I am grateful that I have my hair, but too bad about yours. That’s clearly not what I want to…
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