I will never be able to complete this goal before dying, but I’ve learned how to do it. Every night before bed I sit and think about the happenings of my day. While I do that, I try and remember all the good things that happened. I am thankful for each and every one of them, and I say that.
“I am thankful for my boys, they came over to see how I was even though it meant they had to walk an extra thirty minutes.”
Simple things like that make it easy for me to say thank you. :)
These past two weeks have been the hardest I’ve ever gone through and along the way I’ve made enemies with the people I are about most. They hurt me, they brought me down, and they broke me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this low in my life before, but at the same time, on my way to a brand new high.
It took a lot of courage and inner strength for me to realize that if I didn’t forgive them, I would harp on this for months. I used all of my willpower to forgive the boy who hurt me, the friends who lied to me, and most of all, myself. I’ve learned that sometimes you have to get hurt in order to be a better person, and sometimes you need to break in order to be repaired.
I needed to be repaired, and that’s what the pain and breakage was for. All I had to do was forgive those who put me in that place, because everything happens for a reason, I guess I have to learn to get used to that.