Thankful Again

I’ve been walking on Earth for more than 20 years, make it approximately 244 months, around 976 weeks, 6,832 days, estimated 163, 968 hours which is 9,838,080 minutes and a total of 590,284,800 seconds. Even by calculating those, I’ve increased the second of my moment being alive.

To keep this in mind, I would probably have more time to live on Earth than others, more chances than others; more things to be thankful for than others. Just a self note to remind myself how precious my life is compared to many others. 

Experienced an extreme rural life when I was doing humanitarian mission trip to Sibu, Sarawak made me realised how lucky and fortunate most of us are. It it wasn’t for this trip, I would not have paused and prompted myself to appreciate what I have in life.

We took everything for granted, especially when we were young. I had almost ever single McDonald's Happy Meal toy when I was young, dad would get it for me or at least I will try to coax him to get it for me. At that time it wasn’t something I need, maybe it was just how I get used to certain habits in life. Bad habits such as being demanding.

Kids here could not even be bothered whether they have toys or not, nor would they know the existence of shops like McDonalds’. Maybe they have the opportunity to know it through the boob tube, but not having any possibility to gain anything from it makes not owning it no difference.

They spent their days going to school if they are lucky, playing around with children from villagers, just randomly running around under searing hot run barefooted and hoping into rivers painted in opaque chocolate. Cleanliness was never an issue to them, maybe their immune system got sick and fatigue over parasites growing in their gastro-intestinal system. 

Things like this, we took for granted. Education, transportation, technology, and even basic cleanliness. We even omit people around us, parents, friends, teachers and every single individual that has at least set a foot print in our heart as we are approaching adolescent years. Not everyone has a perfect family; the perfect family that doesn’t break apart just to ensure that their children has a bright route to stride ahead; or the type that sacrifices time, effort, energy and finance to build up a child’s future.

Some maybe less fortunate, they overlooked and spurned the pivotal role education and proper parenting play in a child’s base. As a result, children whom are grown up in such manner may find it arduous and onerous to be in par with others. They may noticed how much they have lacked and lost compared to others. Thus, I am grateful that I am brought up in a proper manner, despite the minor flaws foibles.

I recalled myself writing posts such as this, it gets to the same point but I tend to oblige myself to remind myself on how lucky I am. It’s difficult to imagine others going through things worst than me when I’m drawn into something dreadful & harrowing, but there are a million other things to be thankful for.