"so I guess this could be called Evolution, no?"
you have those hundred phone calls in a day, hundred rings related to daily routine occasions, hundred messages on hundred different applications. and you have that ONE call or ONE message.
the Beauty of Life keeps opening up to me. i have read a few times already - it is the grateful people who are happy, and not the other way around (first happy, then grateful). i cant recall being taught to express gratitude to siblings or relatives, friends or classmates literally. but i do recall growing up in a modest environment, where one creates a lot with his own hands, appreciates it and hopes for others to see the value of the effort as well. quite basic, no? even a baby is happy to show his mommy how he can use the toilet instead of a diaper, a daughter will bake daddys favourite cookies, wait for his first bite and hope for a smile; a student will shout of joy to tell the parents what a great mark he got on his project, the man will whisper to his dad he proposed to a beautiful girl to marry him and this girl wont be able to wait for 3 months to tell her best friend that they are expecting a baby. and then this baby ... so another round of Life begins ... we are not "discovering warm watter", we are just another generation of settlers! explains as well how our focus changes with age. as Relationships are the most important thing in my Life, i should choose very carefully who i get involved with. am i the one that gets to choose? as soon as i get the scent of control under my nose, i get the slap on my face as a gentle reminder "hey, just so you know, you dont get to control things around here, ok?!"
i could admit, Life is laughing at me.
so be it. i still get to choose, though, how to spare my Time. when you think you got smart in organizing, you can always get wiser. as we cant tell which our last breath will be, the Time given should be spent well.
did i like a pair of working hands since i was little? did i like dedicated people? did i appreciate the feeling of a tired body in the evening which will tell me i did something today? was i aware of the fact my dog can "read" my mood? indeed, the Beauty is in the proces. how one slowly gets to know all the small things Life has figured out about us... well, not all. my grandma would tell me "one gets to learn all Life, but yet dies as a dummy".
i am grateful for another discovery. how priorities in Life change, to help me focus on the basic, realy important needs.
