Much-like this soft toy warthog, I used to feel quite regularly that I was somewhat misshapen in my existence. Yet with time I’ve come to realise that very much like all others, I am a unique collection of atoms, a strange energy trapped in a mortal cage, a creature that is here for a reason.. A reason that remains somewhat intrisincally out of grasp, and may exist perpetually so. With time, I have also come to realise the secret to happiness. Happiness is not an aspiration, but a lifestyle choice. True happiness is born on recognising and dwelling in a state of constant gratitude. Here is a little thought surrounding things that I am grateful for.
I ate a little cake today, I’m grateful I can eat,
I said much thanks, my stomach tanked, I’m grateful I can speak,
I smiled quite wide, and saw his smile, I’m grateful I can squeeze,
The muscles all around my face,
I’m grateful I am me.
I’m grateful that I still exist,
I’m grateful I can breathe,
I’m grateful that the sun is warm,
I’m grateful for the sea.
I’m grateful that a day might come,
Every night that I sleep,
I’m grateful that although I run,
Fear resides in my dreams.
I’m grateful, so much so I am,
That when bad befalls me,
I look at all I still am see,
I’m grateful till I cease.
(What are you grateful for?)
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, Toronto, 2016)