Graced with Gratitude

The  night  of  the   Winters’  eve  covered  the  sky  as  the  sun  gave  way  to   the  moon.  The  stars  sparkled  elegantly  as  they  reflected  off  of  the  waters’  surface.  The  lake  rippled  calmly  and  the  woods  surrounding  the  wooden  bench  I’d  sat  on  provided  a  protected  area  from  the  harsh  cold  air.  I  pulled  my  jacket  tighter  and  buried  my  hands  in  my  pocket.

It  was  peaceful  as  everything  remained  undisturbed. I’d  come  to  think,  to  reflect  on  the  year   that  would  soon  end.  The  fresh  air  filled  my  senses,  and  my mind  focused  with  clarity.

My  mood  conveyed  my  thoughts   on  the  year,  and  I  was  positive  it  would  sum  it  up,  even  for  the  hard  and  trying  times  that’d  passed.

Gratitude.

The  world  bled  with  death  and  poverty  and  natural  disasters  and  I  sat,  grateful  for  the  many  fortunes  I’d  had.  Life  had  graced  me  with  a  sea   of  happiness  and  hope.

I  was  able  to  create  my  destiny,  through  the  force  of  my  imagination,  and  again  I  was  grateful.  My  petty  complaints  meant  nothing,  when  the  world  cried  out  for  a  reprieve  from  the  sins  that  plagued  the  earth.

I  was  grateful  for  everything  I  had.

Are  you?

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