“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” – Albert Einstein
Whenever I’m in a car, or a plane or a train, or a bus. Something fast. A place where my life is in the hands of another person, I practice a little gratitude. I imagine the car I’m in clipping the edge of a kerb, flipping over and crushing me to death. Then I feel gratitude, gratitude for life, for family, for friends. I feel grateful for the moment, for the air I breathe, for the beautiful world.
Maybe at 19 it’s not very cool to be grateful about life. I have my youth, so I should spend it. After all, how can feeling grateful be more fun than clubbing, or watching TV?
I think I’m hedonistic at heart, I think we all are. I don’t practice this because religion tells me to. I don’t do it because my parent’s have raised me to be grateful for everything I have. I do this because it feels great. I enjoy feeling gratitude, so I make it a practice to do it often. It’s like a hobby, or a sport, and comes with it’s own set of perks.
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