What is gratitude?
Is it the very source everyone needs in their life?
Maybe just the thing you need in your life.
I know I do.
The fact that I can't appreciate something enough,
it haunts me.
What am I thankful for?
I am still here today somehow...
God didn't tear me away from the earth just yet,
What am I thankful for?
I wouldn't be here without them, I couldn't live without them, how can I live now?
It is the very thing that brings me here, why?
what must cause this trouble,
what must cause the kind of gratitude needed for satisfaction?
What am I thankful for?
Even though I haven't been very gracious recently,
I am thankful for having the ability to return the gratitude once given.
But at what cost does this effect my life?
Does it make me a better person?
Does it make me more wise in natural human environments?
Quiet the conundrum I am in...
Where is the cause in all of this?
Where is the old me...
What happened to the once innocent, kind, humble self?
Why am I unlike I once was?
Depressed, anxious, sarcastic, careless?
Where is my place?
When will I finally become the man I am wanted to be?
They say you can't change who you are,
but who changed me?
All I want to say to them is thanks...
How come change has to be bad?
Why can't there be some better outcome?
I don't know...
I wish I was who I used to be.
- Author: Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 24th, 2018 00:04
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 14
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