The Gift of Gratitude

This journey of life is that of a miracle, yet we tend to rush by and ignore its splendor,

The beauty that we touch everyday is ignored and unrecognised as we race against time that cannot be regained

We are scared of a friendly smile or a kind gesture, as it is met with pain and suspicion,

Our armours are what we use to hide from the truth and how we protect our deep souls,

This path that we walk down bear thorns and petals along the way, so learn from the spikes and relish in the aroma of the roses

These moments that we run past today cannot be replayed again, this exact second, cannot be bought back or pleaded for,

Those that feel this can always recognise each other and have the gift of seeing a world that not many have the pleasure of seeing, yet we all have the same chance to capture it

If these were your last days on this earth, would you step on the stones that you walk on now, would your chosen words pass your lips?

If you knew the number of days that you had remaining would you dance like no one is watching, would you embrace all moments that you draw into your space, would you embrace all that life is connected to?

Will your last moments be that of happiness and contentment or that of regret and pain?