A day in my life

It is not often that i journal about my own day. I have always been a “dear diary, I don’t know why I am such a failure…” and never a “dear diary, you won’t believe what happened today…” kind of a person. Mostly because I write more about what i feel than what brings about that feeling, which is mostly because I often want yo write about what is going wrong than what is going right.

But today, I really want to write about my day. It is not that today was perfect in any sort, it was not a day where all things just went right or a day where some miracle swept me by my feet. It was simply a day where I was content right where I was and did not seek or yearn for a yesterday or a tomorrow, or for something I have had or something I can not have. It was a day where I focused on today and the things that I did have.

I woke up in my own home, which most people crave living either in a hostel or a different country. I had breakfast prepared by my mother, who, anyone concerned, is the BEST mother one can ever ask for, sure she hets mad at me sometimes, but thats what makes her even more mine. Then I bathed, with water that half the world is deprived of due to a scarcity. I had lunch, snacks, dinner. I taught kids at my job, realised how education and a chance to pass it on is a privilege not a basic thing in our country. Then I had one of the best laughs at a joke that my dad cracked, it was not a particularly good or funny joke at all, it was just that I chose to laugh and be present in the moment.

There was, as I had forementioned, nothing particularly special about my day today. It was all the regular things that I go through and, may god forgive me, even curse at everyday. And yet, today, a simple change in perspective made me see how things that you can be thankful for are right infront of you; You only ignore it because it was become such an embedded part of your life and that may not be a choice.

But I realised today that wanting to notice it is a choice that you also can make today.