Say thank you.
Say it often.
Say it without the use of clichés and dare to say it in writing.
Don’t just do it instinctively but also methodically and don’t worrying about how you might appear, or what other people might think of your grateful disposition.
Saying thank you is important.
It’s not just nice.
It’s not just some kind of inheritance from our childhood. A place of mimicry and automation. The act of gratitude is an authentically human condition, one that reveals who we are, and how engaged we are in living a meaningful life.
I wish it wasn’t so, but on the surface, and sometimes deep down, people are a sour, miserable lot. They are most comfortable showing off their brokenness in public. They enjoy letting their wounds fester and bleed for all to see. They are always tired, miserable, irritable, unreasonable, and forever waiting for the weekend.
I’m not really sure what the attraction is in being a despondent martyr. Perhaps some people mourn the austerity of their childhood. They miss being safely stowed away in their mother’s arms, secure and warm, hearing soft words of reassurance, at a time in their life where everything seems so simple and blissful.
Maybe they are bitter that they had to grow up. Put on their big boy and big girl pants. Wipe their own bum. Brush their own teeth. Study. Work. Become independent.
All the more reason to say thank you.
All the more reason to be grateful for everything we have.
I don’t think we mean to do it.
I think it’s the industrial hamster wheel. The daily grind that makes us forget how much we have been given, how many people have helped us along the way, and how exciting it is, to think of all the places we will go.
You shouldn’t be satisfied if your gratitude is only an instinct. Something that strikes a chord and elicits an automatic response.
Gratitude should be a habit.
It should become a state of being. A state of mind. An illustrious tower or a balcony atop a glorious palace, from which, we gaze empathically at the world.
Don’t miss a single opportunity to think it, to say it, or to write it.
Learn to be more passionate about disseminating it.
Don’t wait, because it’s kind of important.
You will get what you give. You will harvest what you sow.
You will bake with whatever ingredients you chose to garner.
The bitterness or the sweetness of your cake depends entirely on you.
Thank you for reading.
For that I’m eternally grateful.