It has always been there. Even during the darkest periods of my life. A sense of gratitude. A silent, but constant thankfulness. An acknowledgement that it means something; that it all means something. A feeling of indebtedness, even when confronted by throes, pain, and suffering. Fortunately, my mortal life thus far has not been plagued by torment. In fact, I am bold enough to admit that I have been blessed in nearly all aspects of my life.
But this sense of gratitude does not rely on shifting scales of pleasure and pain for its existence. It's deeper than that - and over the past month or so I have heard its echoes resonate from places I least expected.
Perhaps it is nothing more than an expanded and enhanced recognition of Creation. But this in itself can hardly be a 'nothing more than' because it is essentially the core of everything. An understanding that it is indeed Creation. A realization that I am a part of it, and that it is a part of me.
How could I feel anything but intense appreciation for the chance to be a part of this? To learn from this?
To love this.
But this sense of gratitude does not rely on shifting scales of pleasure and pain for its existence. It's deeper than that - and over the past month or so I have heard its echoes resonate from places I least expected.
Perhaps it is nothing more than an expanded and enhanced recognition of Creation. But this in itself can hardly be a 'nothing more than' because it is essentially the core of everything. An understanding that it is indeed Creation. A realization that I am a part of it, and that it is a part of me.
How could I feel anything but intense appreciation for the chance to be a part of this? To learn from this?
To love this.
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