Let me explain why.
I am in a phase of my life when I am feeling humble and the upmost gratitude. Because of this I am finding it hard to relate to some of the things people are saying lately.
The last year has been a particularly heart opening year for me. It started acutely last August when the love of my life decided I was not the love of his and that he wanted to leave me to follow his desire for having children. I respect him for following his heart and despite the fact that I was devastated I understand. I hope he will find the happiness he is looking for and I will over time get over the pain of that decision. Heartbroken as I was, and to a large degree still am, I also know that in the grand scheme of things my loss is a drop in the ocean to the losses that many people experience. So every day I count my blessings. I am grateful that despite the pain I feel I have much to be thankful for.
I have great family and friends. I have a roof over my head and a means to pay my bills. I have my health, and I have a spiritual awareness that guides me through my weakest moments. I have a career that I love and find very fulfilling. I am humbled and grateful when someone tells me that I have inspired them to change their life for the better and that they too feel gratitude. I hear the birds everyday which brings a smile to my face and I am surrounded by beautiful nature. I love the blue skies and sunshine that we have experienced in the last few days. I am looking forward to the week ahead and all of the work that is within it. I enjoy the food that I eat and the freedom to eat what I choose. I am grateful for the car that I drive and the freedom that gives me. I am grateful for the physical ability I have to be able to walk and to play golf, which I also love playing. I am grateful for the ability to have been able to walk The Yorkshire Three Peaks last weekend to raise money for an amazing charity. I could go on and on with all that I am grateful for.
I am even grateful to all those people that I encounter who are trapped in their own self imposed boredom and dissatisfaction in life, because it inspires me to release any of my own narcissistic limitations. In doing so it inspires me to even more gratitude for all that life offers me, and to all that I have to share.
But I do struggle to make sense of life sometimes….
When I see someone losing it over being served a ‘disappointing pizza’ I can only think that we are lucky to be able to afford to go out to eat it. Pizza isn’t worth losing peace over.
When I hear people being self critical of their body I can only think that we are lucky when they work so well for us, even as they age and don’t do quite as well. Many would be eternally grateful for legs covered in cellulite if it gave them the ability to walk. Or a few wrinkles on their face if that was all they had to worry about.
When I hear people bitching about another I wish they would stop. Life is too short to speak nasty words about anyone or anything.
When I hear that people and organisations have turned their back on someone that has been having a hard time mentally, physically, or emotionally, I am ashamed on their behalf.
When I hear that the motivation for doing something is money alone I am saddened. At what cost do we all sell our souls?
When I hear people totally going off on one about a bad golf shot I can only think that we are lucky to afford the time and opportunity to hit a bad shot. It is only sport.
I am struggling to relate to anyone that justifies eating meat by saying ‘animals don’t think the same way we do.’ I personally have been around many animals long enough to know that they have personalities and they do feel pain and fear. If you still choose kill and eat them then that is ok as of course it’s your choice but own your choice, don’t kid yourself that they don’t suffer.
When people feel too embarrassed to be who they really are I see a loss in the world for us not knowing their true self.
When people suffer such self doubt that they won’t follow their heart and their dreams I wish I could offer them my heart and my courage.
Life is precious. I just don’t see the point of any of us wasting it and limiting us or it.
The world owes us nothing, but it lays at the feet of those that are grateful. If we spend our lives moaning about all that we don’t have or about what we can’t do then we waste the precious things that we have. We waste the opportunities that we already have or could have.
I am extremely grateful that I have reached a point in my life where I have realised this.