At times, It takes one small experience to learn a big lesson. It doesn’t have to be a mistake per say, but at times we need to absorb reality before we grasp a point. I have had an eventful life, managed ups and downs and digested difficult stages. I welcomed happy moments and sustained a life worth living. Some phases of my life came down on me like a landslide. I’ve spent days feeling sorry for myself, bitter and exhausted. Other times, I’ve been more than pleased, happy with an outcome.
It wasn’t until I landed a few voluntary positions, one of them, writing child stories, that I encountered appreciation differently. I learned the power of giving and what truly being blessed means. The children I interview are from the third world, impoverished, from marginal communities and less developed regions. They live lives that don't even compare to mine.
I felt shameful that I complained about things that they don’t even know exist. They live on bare minimum, in fact at times, they barely live. The problems they face are on a different spectrum and mine seem minuscule in comparison. I lose my appetite because too much nonsense fills my brain and these children don’t even know what an appetite is. I have a roof over my head, I choose clothes everyday and I drink water without thinking. I felt ashamed and nauseous at the thought that I criticize, mock and judge. I feel ashamed to think I complain at all.
I teach, some of my students need mentoring and lending them an ear or simply engaging in conversation helps them in ways I can’t explain. It's an assurance of a kind, that someone out there in the world, is listening and understands. It’s this guidance and support that becomes a priceless commodity. Someone believes they can do better. Perhaps I give them my time because it was the one thing that I didn’t receive; to be heard. To be acknowledged and accepted is an important part of one’s life.
When I began this journey of giving, it led me to believe that I wasn’t just helping, I was making a difference. The more I committed, the more satisfying it became. Giving my time, my knowledge and support provided me with a sense of purpose. I wasn’t just helping them, they were helping me. These children taught me the true meaning of gratitude and how to stay grounded. How something so simple can make a big impact. To make their life a little better today, all I have to do is welcome them. It’s that simple. Merely interacting with some positivity and kindness makes their day. I make them feel appreciated and heard.
Because of this journey, I’m able to value my own life. I recognize my achievements and I cherish my blessings. The little things don’t bother me as much anymore and I’m learning to accept how grateful I am for all that I have. I am able to utilize my talent for the betterment of others and I am honored to be assisting and doing my part to touch a few lives.
Our first world problems are mere frustrations. We have become so accustomed to a life of comfort and convenience that we don’t think twice, nor do we appreciate it. We all have the basic necessities to survive and yet practicing gratitude for the wealth we have obtained or simply for life itself, is neglected and become so unworthy.
Amazing! Wow, so true. You write what you live and those that know you see it in real time, God bless!!
I always say that one should count their blessings….