This past while I have learned something about myself. Maybe better said, I have really had some of my thoughts re-enforced about appreciating life. Appreciate the wonders of just being alive no matter what the circumstances of the moment are.
This past while has been a trial. I can say I have had a chest cold/infection and most would just laugh, “poor baby has a cold”. That is true. This is where understanding comes in. I have written before of how terminal patients almost need to develop a new language of some sort. My immune system is compromised as is my breathing. It feels like I am never getting quite enough air, a good lungful. Now throw in the heavy congestion of a MAN cold. The breathing part itself is no problem, it is getting enough air in while doing it. I am not sure about anyone else but when I am just not feeling good, moral is not at it’s highest.
This is where I came to an important realization. In my daily prayer routine, I give thanks for having been given that day. My prayers over the years have changed from what I call a “shopping list” of all the things I would like to see unfold in my life. I now simply pray “Thy will be done”. OK, I may not say the words but it is obviously known I am wishing/hoping for a tomorrow.
Here is the realization part. There is a huge difference between not wanting to die and being grateful for being alive. The being alive part we just take for granted. Of course I am going to have a tomorrow. When we can come to realize that will not be the case for all of us, maybe then we can truly begin to value how precious is every moment.
even when feeling at my worst, I often took time to say a little prayer of thanks for having been given that moment. True that moment may well not been as I would have liked it to be. I was grateful to have been given that moment, what I did with it was up to me. In spite of being grateful, sadly for me I wasted many of them