Life Is Good

Life is good - this I exclaimed to myself while slowly pushing a shopping cart in the supermarket (of all places). Knowing myself, such feeling, such conviction, is hard to come by. I’ve read somewhere that it is important to avoid talking about or magnifying our struggles regardless if they are things of the past because the law of attraction operates only in the present. Our utterances stay in the present realm and become our reality. I am totally guilty of giving too much attention to how difficult life can be.

I love my life - to say this is freeing in so many levels. In moments I feel inadequate, this reminds me that what I have is enough. And to strive for more is not largely due to my own needs but for that innate desire to give my present and future family a decent life. In moments I feel insecure, this reminds me that I, too, have the gifts that others do not have.That success do not come in a single mold that I must desperately try to fit in. I can make my own and that is much more fulfilling. In moments I feel lonely, this reminds me that absence do not make the heart grow colder, and that distance and moments of being apart from my loved ones are all but measured in number and are often temporary. That I am greatly blessed with meaningful moments of togetherness I should always cherish.

I love life - it doesn’t run out of beautiful things, of inspiring and compassionate people, of brilliant and poignant stories, of majestic sights and sounds, of anything and everything wonderful beyond my imagination, beyond my reality.

It’s funny, how I remember that walk in the grocery aisle and equate the experience to realizing all these. It was a mundane task that did not require introspection, but the “daily grind”, as they say, is mostly composed of such worldly routines that it becomes easy to forget the magic, the mystery, and the beauty of living.

And so I am writing this - to remember, always.