Gratitude

Gratitude is the weighty wind that picks us up and puts us in our place. It is the feeling we bear when we are reminded of how indebted we are to those that protect us, serve us, keep us safe, keep us loved. It is the gentle mist in the eyes of those who have seen death, and those who live in the place of others. It is the kisses and the hugs and the wishy-washy words of a thousand brave souls and a million more to come. It is the silky string that ties us together, delicate but never truly broken, as long as we keep our souls alive with the reminder of this memory.

When all is said and done, gratitude is what keeps our feet on the ground. We look to the sky and we are enchanted because we know that there is always someone looking out for us, someone to protect us and love us no matter what. And there are those who have not even seen our faces, have not even had the chance to look upon the sparkle in our eyes, and return such requital.

Gratitude is not just a feeling. It is a mark, a piece, a part of us. It creates who we are; it comes with many of the fortunes in life. It is what reminds us that we have this life for a reason, so we should live every day to its best.


There is not a moment I take my blessings for granted. I wake up grateful to live, even on my worst days. There is nothing more reassuring than knowing that someone out there may have saved your life today. Or yesterday. Or tomorrow. This idea should and will be eternized, so that not a moment goes by when we aren't thankful for what we have, for what we will have and for what we are.


Gratitude is remembering everything important to us all at once.

To be grateful is to live with love in one's heart, and hope in one's soul.



Thank you to all those who have served our country and fought for our safety and freedom. You are forever revered.

Happy Memorial Day.

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