life,
One Day. Twenty-Four Hours.
Hey everyone!
I know I wanted to blog so much more often but college, work, and other obligations takes up so much of my time more than it did before when I first started blogging. However, this week I was able to write a piece I've been thinking about the past couple of months. Here it is:
It took me a
long time to realize that life isn’t about the sound of the minute hand moving,
it isn’t about the hour passing by, or the next day, or even the new year we
count down to. Life to me is: made up of the thoughts I wake up to in the
morning, my first cup of coffee after I get ready for the day, and my last cup
of tea before I go to bed. It’s about the sounds I hear of birds tweeting
outside my bedroom window and the music I feel like listening to depending on
the time of day. I like to think of life about the little things that I
treasure, because they are what matters most to me.
I know many of us have heard of the phrase,
“Life’s like a box of chocolate.” In some way, it can be. However, life can
also be like a good song we love to play on repeat or a comfortable pair of
shoes we continuously wear. But life can also be a cold, stormy winter day or a
certain food dish that your taste buds don’t find appealing. Life is, in many
ways, indescribable.
As the spring
season kicks in, I’ve come to the conclusion that how we describe ourselves,
other people, and things we like or dislike, and life in general, is all based
on our perceptions. How do you see things? How do view other people? What are your
daily perceptions? Our outlook on our surroundings, inner-self, and life,
reflect how we go about our day. When you wake up in the morning do you think
of happy thoughts? Or do you immediately groan and complain of a new day? Now
I’m not trying to say there’s anything wrong with those who dislike mornings,
but I’ve realized that what you think of the first few minutes you wake up
reflects how you perceive the new morning.
I know what
it sounds like, “You’re just a happy person! That’s why you don’t understand
those who complain.” Actually, I used to complain every morning about having to
get up early and get ready for school and other responsibilities. However, what
I’ve learned over the years is that no amount of complaining, groaning, and
request of, “Five more minutes of sleep!” changes the twenty-four hours I have
of the day or the responsibilities I have to get done. Instead, I think of the
new day as an excuse to get over what problems I had the previous day, the
worries I had from yesterday are of the past, and the new day gives me another
chance to make myself better.
Because
that’s life isn’t it? It’s about the small, little things? It’s about the
journey, not the destination? About the struggles and challenges and overcoming
them? So why not appreciate the new morning and the late nights? Think of the
possibilities that you can accomplish, achieve, and pursue in twenty four
hours. Because that's all that will ever be available to us in one day. Only
twenty four hours. I guess what I'm trying to express in this post is to count the little miracles throughout the day. Be thankful for even the smallest things because you never know what can come your way. Stop and smell the roses. Stop and look up at the sky and take in how beautiful it is. Count the stars that shine your way. And be thankful that you have another day to live. Another twenty four hours to do what you love to do and spent time with people that you care about most. I hope you try it. Try seeing all that is beautiful throughout the day and if you already so see how beautiful can be, keep doing it. And if that day doesn't go as planned, don't worry. Just look forward to the next twenty four hours.
xoxo -Mira
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