A Letter from the Wooden Box

 I just went to camping, as I sit down under a tree...ouch! And i hurt my butt with a pin! Ahhh...what it is? As I dust out the place, i found a wooden box with a letter in it. As I start reading...

"They say the first prayer wasn’t a request, but a realisation. Blessings began beliefs. Before there were temples or scriptures, there was simply the warmth of the sun on cold skin and the sudden, unearned kindness of a stranger. We didn’t learn to believe first; we felt the goodness, and then we had to find a name for the source."

I find myself returning to my mother’s words often now. To be honest, I was never a person of "words" or lectures. When she spoke them, I didn't listen the way I should have. I was too busy in building a life to notice the foundation she was laying for me.

Now, I have her words and her memories, but I no longer have her thoughts. Alzheimer’s has claimed them. Most of the time, she stays silent. She doesn't remember the version of me standing before her today—the one in my late seventies with grey hair and wrinkles. She only remembers the child who refused to eat green vegetables.

She did more than just raise me; she provided the very ground I stand on, which allowed me to provide for my own children. I want to tell them: Feel your blessings first; that is where your belief begins. But like me at their age, they aren't ready to hear it yet. They are in the thick of "making a life." So, I am writing this for whoever finds this small wooden box beneath this tree. I want you to understand that if we do not count our blessings, we will never be truly happy. That hunger—that restless "not enough"—will never leave you.

So, count your blessings. If your loved ones remember your name, count it. If they are living under your roof, count it. If you can still feel the warmth of the sun and recognise it as love, count it. These may seem like "mere things," but think of the person who never had them, or the person who has lost them.

Be thankful to the Mighty for any of it. Trust me, through that gratitude, you will find everything you are looking for.

"Beliefs Began Blessings."

With love,

The owner of this box.

(And yes, you can keep the box too. Perhaps it is time for a new life lesson to take up residence inside it.)

What is this? Stupid thought of keeping this letter here in no one will be able to get here. Or maybe someone has throw it! Maybe someone just don't want to remember this person. Or maybe this person just don't want anyone to read it! No no this person do want someone to read this letter. Should I publish it on my blog! Can add a poem too, maybe something like this!

Blessings began beliefs.

When sun sets or rises.

When moon Bloom at night.

When a heart feel the light.

Be it once or many times.

With a prayer to the Supreme.

Blessings felt with might, rise.

And a journey began with belief tribe.

Ahh...yes i can and yes it's one of the blessings i have in this life. 

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The End

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