There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is. ~ Albert Einstein
There’s nothing more enervating than a world-weary person who’s seen it all. They either annoy you by pretending an interest in your doings, or they cast a pallor over your joys and excitement, leeching the light out of your spirit.
I had not met too many of such people, and of the few in my life, scant patience I had with them. They lived their own lives in greys and painted everything else likewise. I kept well away from them.
But today, edging closer and closer to fifty, my heart has softened a little. I understand at least one reason why some people are this way:
A lack of thanksgiving
Some spend their whole lives waiting for the ‘biggie’, that anything smaller fails to register. And some struggle with gratitude and giving thanks because life has been one long pull of heartache and grief.
Thanksgiving doesn’t come easy for many of us. Caught in the bog of pain and yearning, it can be so much harder.
But as I’m slowly learning, it’s thanksgiving that opens the eyes of our spirits to the greatest miracle there is –
Life itself.
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