In truth, we are born, and at the same time, the years go by, and we do not think, nor do we realize, that the path we walk, walks with our feet, and so, one day, we remember those threads of laughter that united our lives from birth to getting older.
Last month, I had a birthday. In reality, I don’t give importance to being tangled in my ways, because I try (always) to associate everything with joy and gratitude for life. In short, I try, even when storms come, to find a little light that opens my life to happiness.
This year, (I stopped feeling for a moment), and I stopped thinking, I really shouldn’t have done it, thinking is the greatest enemy of happiness. This year, in those moments of discouragement when I let myself overcome, my mind took over and sent me thoughts of fear, sadness, pain, and anxiety. I really started to think about how old I was, what would happen when I got older, what would happen to me, etc. And I cried with fear and sorrow, with pain for what would become of me.
The words “Give thanks to life for living, for every laugh, kiss, hug, and year completed” suddenly surfaced from within my heart and soul. “Give thanks for this path that you had the greatness to live on,” they said. “Because even though the years pass and your body ages, even if you become clumsy or perhaps sick, you will always feel that the divine soul that houses your body is eternally young, eternally beautiful.”
And I turned my thoughts to feeling, to love and gratitude, and to telling myself with a smile in my heart.
Ah, my soul, remind me to remember, to count the years that I have left, in blessings received and not in sorrow. This is how I have always done it, and this is how I will do it in eternity.
