Recent Things I'm Grateful For.

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I have always believed that the little moments were the ones to most cherish for the astounding way they make us feel fulfilled and alive. However, I don't know what happened that made me quite focused on attaining the bigger things and trying to perfect my own character which kept me off-track. Back again to my true self, I can inherently declare that it is the little things that allow us to experience sheer joy and content. It's not the goals we reach, it's the journey we decide to embark, which constitutes the little habits that we carry out every single day. 

We always want to change to the better; to be more graceful, kind, loving and grounded. There's no better way capturing this than quietly thinking about what we are truly grateful for.

I have some goals, many actually. I am quite future-focused (which is not always a great thing), but it occurred to me that I'd rather enjoy the journey towards my ideals, chasing them with fulfilment, love and passion.

Here are some recent things that make me grateful everyday, while I chase my own goals and dreams.
  • My family-- I am grateful for my little crooked family so much. I'm grateful for my dad's fiery disposition and righteousness. I love my mother's easy-going, adventurous spirit (if you're reading this, mom, I'm really grateful for you!). I adore my sister's laugh and the way we FaceTime each other every Wednesday to sing, play and cry over movies. I think the first thing I'd love to be grateful for is my family, because even when success is achieved, who would feel genuinely happy for you? Family comes first, always.
  • My hair growing longer-- I know it's weird, but it is something that makes me joyful. I haven't had long hair for a very long time, ever since I was eighteen. But now that I let it grow since then, I cherish it so much. It's not really my hair but rather my health. God, I'm so grateful for my health. A year ago around this time, I was devastated with how my body was fighting something I didn't know. It was probably unkempt stress and tension, lots of it. My body is really good at storing tension, but I think I'm doing my best to release it or never really let it in. And now, my body is free from those shackles. It can work in peace, with love for life, with appreciation for every single cell that is making me alive right now. Thank you, dearest body. 
  • Carrots-- I must say that my palms and feet are orange from consuming far too many carrots, but I can't help it, I just love them so much. I have them for breakfast and dinner, and might as well eat nothing else but carrots, tomatoes, mandarins and oranges lately. They're just so sweet, crunchy and satisfying. I'm grateful for carrots, and the abundance of fruits and vegetables from this fertile land. There is something so magnificent about eating plants, bringing us closer to our own nature, grounding our bodies with a lush feeling of earthliness.
  • My soulmate-- I'm so grateful for my soulmate. It's magical, at times, and I cannot even comprehend it. The way we hold love for each other allows me to strive to feel beautiful for being myself, and at the same time do all I can to be better; more peaceful, full of light and love. Our love makes me want to work hard and accept each others' flaws and imperfections. It makes me want to make a difference with all that I have. Our connection fills me with inspiration and gives me permission to love and dream. It teaches me about magic. It tells me that some things were meant to be expressed in terms of infinitude. If you're reading this, dearest, I'm so very grateful for you. May God fill you with strength.
  • Writing-- I love ending my working day at 8 pm and going back to my dim-screen to simply reflect. When I write, I can just design my life the way I want to. It makes me an artist, every single word a stroke of colour. I choose my words well, to ensure every single thing I say is intentional and genuine, so that I capture the true essence of life's splendour and inscrutable details. Writing makes me vulnerable, allowing me to connect with you on a deeper level, as I discuss fears that we may all have. Writing makes me feel whole, because I can look at my reflection through those words and declare that I can see my life with honest eyes. 
  • Adding value-- I must say that I am not a tiny bit more qualified than anyone. In real life, my qualifications are quite average or even below that. Yet, I am thankful that I get to do at least one thing each day to add value to the world, or even to myself. I make lots of mistakes, too, but value is being created in the process. Every time I plan a lesson for my learners, I feel so much love, you know? I feel scared, too, because sometimes I mess up and don't really like that to happen. But then when I meet my learners and smile, simply discussing the many different ways we can express ourselves through language, I love every moment. I enjoy feeling present, and concentrating on the kind of energy I deliver. I love it when the session is over and I can tell them warmly to have a wonderful day or weekend. I love it when they say thank you. I love it when they make intentions for the day. I love it all because I'm not really good at whatever I'm doing, but it still feels like magic. It still feels like a wonderful lesson when I surrender to this universe and tell it to help me. I love it when the universe listens.
  • Running-- it's very simple how going for running every Friday makes me feel. The way I let my body run loose while jogging is so invigorating. A torrent of ideas and daydreams erupt with every step and I fail to keep track of them all. I love running under the blue sky and sunlight. I feel grateful for how it feels when I come back home and drink water. I love feeling this balance of energy (and a little bit of exhaustion), which makes me feel fulfilled and insanely joyful.

Of course, this list could go on and on and on, but these are some little things that make me grateful on a daily basis. I mean, there's also the sun, wind and birds. There are many people in my life I'm grateful for, including my blog partner, who I enjoy working with. I think I must write a separate post on how there are a hundred things to be grateful for, but as my soulmate told me, the challenge would probably be to compile a list of a thousand reasons to be grateful. In the end, all what matters is our mindset; this endless chase towards things to be alive for. And this, my dearest ones, is what makes life so extraordinary.

Happy living, friends. :)

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