Sometimes I find it strange that we always tend to ask — why is it that the world is full of pain? And then we never once ask why is it that we so lucky and blessed to experience joy, happiness and bliss? It's the same for me as well. Perhaps we feel we're entitled somehow. But just like everything else, we need one to appreciate the other. I hate it when bad things happen but when good things comes, I tend to just drift right along and forget to be thankful. It's something I have to work on, to be more aware I suppose. Thank goodness the morning always comes! Beautiful, reflective piece, Vincent.
Sometimes I find it strange that we always tend to ask — why is it that the world is full of pain? And then we never once ask why is it that we so lucky and blessed to experience joy, happiness and bliss? It's the same for me as well. Perhaps we feel we're entitled somehow. But just like everything else, we need one to appreciate the other. I hate it when bad things happen but when good things comes, I tend to just drift right along and forget to be thankful. It's something I have to work on, to be more aware I suppose. Thank goodness the morning always comes! Beautiful, reflective piece, Vincent.