I'm thankful for... this beautiful gift of life!

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It is preposterously pitiable how we keep on complaining about each and every thing in life. We come across one small adversity and BAM! we embark on a never-ending grumbling chronicle. And I’m no exception. Some of my previous posts are a testimony of that. :D It demonstrates our fragility to put up with anything remotely inconvenient. Endurance has taken its toil since intolerance (to hardship, pain, anguish, restriction, uncomfort, and so on..) has taken over and prevails over the modern age band. What we fail to comprehend is that behind all these struggles lies the reason for survival, for strength and for life. It’s enormously commendable when people try to find the positivity behind the negativity. I, for my life, can’t seem to find anything positive when I’m faced with a trying situation. But when I came across this piece of positive thinking which I randomly found on the internet while surfing, for some reasons it struck a chord within. It is written simply nevertheless it left me with a lot more turmoil in my mind which forced my grey cells to ponder deep over it and I had to ultimately give in to the enforcement and pen it down here. :P  How I wish I had that hindsight to even reflect about such an optimistic view let alone write about it.. Unfortunately, I neither have that vision nor the ability to pursue it. At the least, I can blog about it and be reminded of it in the times of agony. If I ever come out of my complaining mode that is! ;)

I’m thankful for…
...the mess to clean up after a party
because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
...the taxes I pay
because it means that I'm employed.
...the clothes that fit a little too snug
because it means I have enough to eat.
...my shadow who watches me work
because it means I am out in the sunshine.
...the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot
because it means I am capable of walking.
...all the complaining I hear about our government
because it means we have freedom of speech.
...that lady behind me in church who sings off key
because it means that I can hear.
...lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing
because it means I have a home.
...my huge heating bill
because it means that I am warm.
...weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day
because it means that I have been productive.
...the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours
because it means that I am alive!

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