A Letter to my ‘lucky stars’
Lets put it this way: today, I am grateful for her. Every minute of pain and darkness I have ever felt, I would gladly feel over again for a million lifetimes if it meant I could end up where I am right now. With her. In her arms. In her thoughts. Seen by her eyes. For her, I have gratitude. Everything she touches, everything she does, all the words she brings to my ears - they all mean more to me than I can ever explain; and I've waited my whole life for them. I love that she is mine.
But then we will have these other days: I might feel indebted to her if she wipes my tears, breathes through my hurtful words and forgives me for them after. I could bring her flowers, or make her dinner - better yet, I could do both. And I could shower her with love and affection until she replaces my hurtful words with all of my kisses instead. I will dream of ways to be worthy of her; because for her, I feel in debt. Everything she touches, everything she does, all the words she brings to my ears - they all mean more to me than I can ever explain; they mean more than I can ever repay. I don't deserve her as I am now - I must be more.
Gratitude is the deep breath of fresh air that enters our lungs when we really appreciate a moment in time, and life itself. No question of your worth, this isn't about you - this is about the moment.
Indebtedness is appreciating something you aren't sure you deserve, and feel as if you need to find a way to earn that moment.