Every little thing was irritating me a couple of days ago. Do you know what I did? I purposely made myself feel the weight of the two angels on my right and left shoulders writing down every one of my actions. Ever since I've started feeling that weight, my days have gone so much better. I've been remembering to do little things, bit by bit. It made me feel wonderful.
The weirdest thing happened this week. I was sitting with my friends during the recess and in the middle of the conversation, my friend said, "You're sad, aren't you?" . And I'd been laughing a few moments ago. The very fact that someone could be so wonderful so as to see a tear before it fell made my day that much better.
Today, though, I feel infinitely blessed. Eid always leaves me feeling grateful. Because when I'm invading my sisters' drawers to look for jewelry, or when I leave the dinner table with a face that hurts from smiling, or when I'm packing a bag of meat that is to be given away, I sit and wonder and wonder and sit; what did I ever do to have been blessed with so much?
The door bell has been ringing more often than it does, ofcourse. I hope the girl with the torn dress has a magnificent dinner today.
Today I'd said, "My sixth sense says no." It was actually taken into account. I felt so grown up. And to have brothers & sisters is a wonderful, wonderful thing. I thank God for a family that I will always, always be proud to tell you of.
People make wrong turns. And that's okay, as long as they're willing to steer themselves right when they find the U-turn.
Love,
Me.
1 comment:
I want a sixth sense now :/ and a person who can see a tear before it falls :/ - Well I'm going to hell anyways :P
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