Moments you'll never believe you'll be thankful for
When we think of gratitude, we often think of the most obvious things: Health, work, money, love...
However, we can also be grateful for many things that happen to us frequently and that we often describe as boring. Ordinary moments can actually be miraculous. For those who know how to see. How?
In order to be grateful, first of all, we need to be aware. Sometimes, in the chaos of daily life, we can forget to be grateful for the things we have at our disposal. We may even remember to be thankful when we lose some things. However, if we manage to slow down our rhythm in this daily rush, we have the chance to see the things we can be grateful for. As we experience this feeling, the things we are grateful for begin to increase.
So, let's focus on some moments in the most ordinary days of our lives where we can find gratitude.
Today, we decide to be thankful for 10 things that we would not have thought of if we thought for forty years. Let's see if you can look at these events, which some of us call 'unfortunate', from a completely different perspective.
We can hear many of you saying, "Why should I be thankful for the things I miss?" The reason is simple: when you seek to be grateful for the things you miss, you actually appreciate the people, situations and places that are right here with you right now. You appreciate everything that you said you would see tomorrow, that you would go on the weekend, much better.
Almost all of us start to get bored when we are stuck at a red light, in the back row at the ATM or waiting for the metrobus. As the sighs and puffs fly through the air, our heartbeats start to accelerate. The only way to stop this is to give yourself a short break and be grateful. A few breaths during your waiting time will calm you down and give you peace of mind.
Our biggest teachers in life are the mistakes we are so afraid of making. Remember your last lover who left you? If it wasn't for him or her, you wouldn't have found the qualities you chose in your current partner, or that old job you could barely hold on to wouldn't have reminded you how great your current one is. Be grateful, be grateful for every mistake you have made and every mistake that was made to you. Remember that it was those wonderful mistakes that made you who you are today.
If there are people around you who criticize you or don't like you, be grateful for them too. Know that if someone can't stand you, it means you have achieved something. You have stood for something, you have stood up for someone or for yourself.
Have you noticed that bored people have the luxury of free time to be bored? Imagine what parents who can't sleep until the wee hours of the morning or people who can't look up from work for a minute would give to have that luxury.
Think of all the little things you are grateful for when you lose your health! Just being able to get out of bed feels like a huge blessing. So be thankful for these times, and continue to be thankful for your health even when you are healthy.
Could there have been a more wonderful time in history to live? Nowadays we can book a 10-day vacation with the click of a button, order food and taxis from our phones, and earn money by working from home without going to work. So technology is one of the things we should be thankful for.
Death is probably one of the situations that brings us the most awareness. The feeling of mortality makes us braver, more grateful and more appreciative people.
There is a time for everything, not everything we want happens at every moment. But there is nothing bad in that. Why? This is the most important element that strengthens our life goals and motivates us to live. Therefore, we should be grateful for our unfulfilled dreams and grateful that we have the courage to fulfill them.
Radios were a part of My childhood
When my friends who read my memoirs said that they read the scenario like a novel, like a movie strip, I felt like writing what I remembered from my **childhood**. The first memories of my childhood were the day my brother, who was two and a half years apart from me, was born.
Our aunt midwife and the neighbors who put me on the swing and made my mother give birth at home, my mother's horrible screams and I couldn't do anything but lift my head from the swing and cry because of what was happening to my mother. If I had known that I would have a brother, maybe I wouldn't have been so sad. When my brother was born, I didn't give him my swing and they built two swings in one room.
After that, when I was four years old, one of the most important events that affected me was the purchase of a radio in our house. A sound came from far away and we couldn't believe it, but in time we got used to it and loved it very much. Then it became indispensable for every day. Even the behind-the-scenes programs made us very emotional. Maybe it seems forgotten now, but as long as there is radio music, it will always be there and will continue to be listened to.
Falling in love means that the song you love suddenly appears on the radio. It is beautiful because you are not in control. Those who leave think that those who stay cry every day. The songs are not left unfinished because you turn off the radio, life is like the radio, it brings new people to you every moment, but you can't love them all. If at some moment a bitter pain stabs your heart, if your eyes are stuck untimely, if your ears ring like crazy untimely, you know that you have missed someone somewhere.
When I look at the photo of this radio, I realize that I miss my mother and father so much, but what is gone is gone, you cannot bring those days back. I was so sad when I saw our radio that I went back to the age of four and cried.
I will never forget the day we got the radio. When my father and his friends brought the radio and mounted it on the wall, I was standing in a corner looking at them dumbfounded, saying, "What is this?" When my father turned the knobs on the brown box, I suddenly heard the sound of the drum zurna. As soon as I heard the music, I screamed with joy. Then my father and his friends started to dance the halay. After that, I couldn't take my ear off the radio anymore.
We were captives of the radio every minute, my mother would not miss the folk songs of Voices from the Dormitory without missing a minute when it was thirteen thirty, and I would memorize the folk songs word for word with her.
When my father would come home in the evening, he would immediately say that he would listen to the agency and turn the radio on full blast. At 9:30 in the morning there was radio theater and children's theater. We were so addicted to the radio that my mother and I would not go out the door to listen to the radio, it became our everything. I was always asking my father and mother where that sound was coming from. My grandmother would tell me that there were very small people inside that box and they were singing, I didn't believe it, then I would ask her if she wanted to look at those people.
They said we can't bring that box down. After a while there was no sound from our radio, my father took it down, opened the back of the radio, took a screwdriver in his hand and started to do something, I looked down and said there are no people in it. My father said there are no people, my daughter, the sounds come from the air, people are far away. I asked him how the sound comes from far away and he said it comes from the wires. I seemed to understand a little.
Our radio kept us company for years, until years later when we bought our first TV. In 1973 my father bought a TV, I'll never forget it. Only our cousin and we had it in the neighborhood. TV series at that time were Dallas, Space Road, Runaway, etc. The whole neighborhood would come to us, and in the evening everyone would sit on the floor and keep an eye on the TV. When the movie was over, it was as if the cinema was falling apart, we couldn't sit alone at home any evening. After a few years, when the neighbors bought TVs, TVs were watched in all houses. But I was deprived of TV. Hey those years...
Now, we are in the age of an unlimited number of channels and the internet. We all have radio, TV, camera, camera in our pockets, but there is no communication, no family ties. Rooms are separate, family members communicate with each other by writing messages by phone. I wonder if it was better then, there was no virtual world, I don't know if it is better now. As humanity, it was better before, as a convenience, now only our fingers get tired by clicking on the buttons of electrical appliances, laundry, dishes are washed, robots sweep the house, but we are all sick. Our brains don't work anymore, the food we eat has no flavor, no taste, no salt. I can't smell a tomato I plucked from the field, everything is like grass.
No matter what we have experienced, the flow of life does not change, the rules do not change. no matter how painful or how happy, the things we experience are not strong enough to disrupt the continuity and general course of life.
My story is the adventure of a lifetime
I am an olive tree. My history goes way back. My name was mentioned in the inscriptions of ancient civilizations and holy books. When I was a frail little seedling, when the pasha died, a beautiful woman in the village named Sultan planted me in the soil. She spent most of her days taking care of me. She brought me to this height by singing folk songs with her own troubled heart.
After a while she never came to me. She would not start the day without coming to me. I realized that she had passed from this world. I am an olive tree at the foot of the Taurus Mountains. I had the advantage of being in the village with a sea view. I was very happy to be at people's tables, regardless of rich or poor, because I loved the sun and the sea, because I flourished and developed quickly. I was the crown jewel of the tables. Children used to play in my shadow because I kept my greenness in winter and summer. There was an old village school with two rooms a little beyond me. The voices of the children coming to school sounded like a lullaby to me. Day by day I branched out. I was proud of my curved and rather large trunk. In mythology, I was called the immortal tree. It contains all kinds of minerals and vitamins and is my source of healing. I loved to dance swaying in the breeze. I was close to five meters tall, and I had the ability to reconcile resentments. The popular saying "give me an olive branch" has survived to this day.
With my imposing stance on the slopes of the mountains overlooking the day, I was a type of tree that belonged to the Mediterranean climate and grew naturally. My berries were green and black with an indispensable taste. I was the hope of the poor. Do you know what made me the happiest? I loved life and my life was long. The purple squirrels nesting in my trunk made me feel that I was an important person. They were my little friends. This friendship lasted for many years. I had a silent exchange of feelings with them. I could not get enough of watching ants carrying food for the winter in my rooted body. The little sparrows chirping on my branches reminded me of the beautiful memories of my youth.
I didn't need many reasons to be happy. I knew how to be happy with little things and I thought I deserved it. Happiness would not last long, it would be instantaneous. It was incredibly beautiful when the snow fell in flakes on winter days, sending kisses to my green branches. My life would be colored when the seven colors of the sash that emerged after rainy days warmed my body. It was good to live despite everything.
I also had my own fears that I didn't like. In summer, people would have picnics in my shade. They would leave without collecting what they ate and drank. It was an art to leave the place clean. Why could human beings be so insensitive? If I had a tongue, I would have shouted at them with my branches. There was no one more ungrateful than man in this world. They were mowing me and my friends down to make Rand. Or with a cigarette butt, they would have slaughtered me and those beautiful forests without mercy. I cried silently, I couldn't make my voice heard. Many creatures like me had thousands of stories to be written separately. I wanted you to know that I am an olive tree at the foot of the Taurus Mountains.
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