On a Saturday Morning

On a saturday morning… With one eye still closed…
I woke up and I could hear the neighbor’s chickens noise…
I could hear my nephews fighting over legos…
I could hear my mom cooking in the kitchen…
These sounds are inexistent on my weekdays stay in the city…
But these sounds are what makes home, well…home.
Though I know my mom would come knocking on my door any minute shouting for me to wake up and eat,
I know that instead of feeling annoyed like when I was young, I’d feel blessed.
We realize small blessings as we grow older…

Maybe it comes with maturity or it’s the experience of missing them in a period of time.
The little things are what makes life beautiful and bearable.
It might be the nostalgic feeling that comes with the people and place.
When you realize their importance, you will realize that life isn’t so bad.
You will even learn something about yourself and even find your purpose in life.
I found mine.. It’s to keep these little things from fading and to keep my family happy.

So tonight, instead of counting sheep, I’d be counting my blessings.

 

“If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of life more than the starvation caused by sadness or desperation. In order to complete our amazing life journey successfully, it is vital that we turn each and every dark tear into a pearl of wisdom, and find the blessing in every curse.”
― Anthon St. MaartenDivine Living: The Essential Guide To Your True Destiny

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