Gratitude is a journey. It is a road some choose to travel and dance to it. I am a firm believer that one should always be in constant state of gratitude even in the face of difficulty. It is a fight I know but nothing like putting on your best smile and walk those streets. It invites and irradiates joy. It is a given, those days are here for a reason. Perhaps to cleanse your soul. Awake and make you more aware of what surrounds you. Live your life’s purpose. Put you in the path you were supposed to be.
It is during those difficult times when you learn to persevere, tolerate and be tolerant of life and anything other than what is thrown at you, understanding, love of and for others, trust you and others, confident, optimistic about yourself and life in general. Clear your heart. Appreciative of strangers who come knocking, crosses and will cross your path from every front, people you ever thought to meet lest again dine with, those who teaches and blesses you and vice versa.
Gratitude, the journey, molds you to become you, a reflection of who He intended you to be. Grateful for everything you receive in your life, appreciative of the earth you breathe and walk on, what HE has given and provided you with. Love. Faith. Hope. Ray of light. You are. A beautiful and blessed week to you. Cheers!
Innocent as the bird man could have made her. Raw about life as raw existed. Clueless as the lessons learned along the way. Fresh out of water as the fish who couldn’t swim. Living her best life, rocking a dope smile, iconic box braids, glitter melanin, looking cool, skinny as twig, ready to hit the world. This girl who barely said hi, had no idea what layed ahead, what life’s roadmap looked like, how it would wink back at her. Flying like an eagle she would, smiling always, on her way to her life’s journey tomorrow, she is.
It is that time of the year again, when many are excited to return to school or in this case, university and see their old friends and familiar places. However, nothing like your first year of college, aka Freshman, right?! It is exciting, exhilarating, new school, new town, new state or country, new life, new beginnings; you are meeting new people, making new friends, carving your niche, paving your tomorrow but in the age of Ms Rona, things have been thrown for a loop a bit. Home and a computer screen are more like it. Thank you 2020. In many cases, some countries, freshman year is marked with traditions and rituals, like an induction to a wall of fame of sorts and in Portugal it is called, Praxe. It is a rite of passage, an initiation ritual of baptism students are subjected to into the university, akin to Greek Life and their pledges, “the ripping of the traditional academic suit of the students when they finish their first cycle of studies.” It is interesting thing to observe, with some students eager to experience. Here’s to life and new beginnings. Make it count. Make it worth. Cheers!