Little story

Once in german class, back when I was 16 and I was in a new school, we were doing an excercise that consisted in giving the other classmates adjectives or emotions that we thought described the other person. I was new in the school and also didn't know german at all. No one gave me a word so the teacher decided to give one to me. She gave me the word "dankbar" which mean grateful.

At the time I didn't really understand or care for it at all, it didn't really make sense to me. I just thought the teacher gave me a word so I wouldn't feel bad, but the teacher told me that when she looked at me, she thought that I seemed thankful with where I was back then and with everything in my life; that I looked in awe of everything and everyone around me. I didn't think much to it back then, but now that I think of it, she was right.

I am grateful for this life.

I'm so thankful for the birds that chirp outside my window every morning.

I'm thankful for being able to love and feel loved.

I'm thankful for the sound that the leaves make with the passing wind.

I'm thankful for the friends that I have made and lost over the years.

I'm thankful for being able to learn and grow.

I'm thankful for being able to feel this life and experience it as intensely as it is.

I AM constantly grateful, and sometimes it's overwhelming how much love and life there can be and my only reaction is to be thankful.

I do forget it, in my darkest days. I forget how capable I am of feeling and enjoying life. But when I remember, I am immensely grateful for being able to feel and live. So maybe my german teacher could read me very well, or maybe she just chose a random word. Either way, I am thankful, and I hope I can remember that on my blue days.