Thanks

Canticle

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 Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2018 00:04
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 15


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