Yesterday was Thanksgiving. And of course I could make a post talking about all of the things I have and am thankful for. But the fact is that I have so many things to be thankful for in my life. Most people tend to overlook the smallest things that are present in their lives. I always have things like these on my mind. The small things—the clothes that I’m wearing, where I live, even every breath I take I could be thankful for. These past three months have been very hard for me, for several reasons. As a matter of fact, I can honestly say with conviction that from late August through present has been one of, perhaps the, roughest period in my life so far. I have gone through some of my darkest moments.
My father looked at me, and asked me, “Did this kill you?”
He was asking me if I was dead, if this had ended me, to which I answered with an inevitable “No.”
He then proceeded to tell me, “Then it is only going to make you stronger.”
I won’t forget that. “Thankful” does not even begin to describe how I feel for having my parents and my friends behind me. My clothes, my bed, everything that even brings me the most minute amount of joy in my life is something I am thankful for. Even when I am pulling 3+ all-nighters consecutively, with a minimal amount of rest in between, I am thankful for being placed in a situation where I need to work my hardest on my pursuit of perfection. I am constantly planning on elevating myself, to one day be where I really want to be in my life. I can only pray that my future will contain brightness. I will do everything in my power to see the realization of my goals; my dreams.
The amount of gratitude I hold for everyone that has ever helped me in some way in my life, and for everything that has ever brought me some type of happiness or joy, or even pain that I learned from, is unquantifiable.
Thank you God.