A few days back I forgot to put my gloves
on (the ones from my boyfriend), had them in my pocket and cycled home. I got home
to find only one glove in my pocket it was very dark and cold that evening. But I set out to find the missing glove :p I started walking all the
way back to where I cycled from, searching in the road and leaves for the
lonely glove, shining my bike light on the ground, almost crying my eyes out,
all because of a glove, a glove I suddenly realised meant so much to me. The
first valentine gift I'd ever been given <3 (soppy, blergh, vom :p ) <3
I walked for what seemed like ages, freezing
cold and getting more and more sad, seeing leaves that looked like a glove.
Then I got to where I got on my bike, THERE WAS THE GLOVE!!! I was so happy,
smiling, talking to myself about how happy I was, suddenly I didn't feel cold,
I'd bothered to go out to find the lonely glove and I had done it:D
So this got me thinking, if I hadn't had the
initial sadness of losing the glove in the first place, then it wouldn't have
made me so happy to have it back. You look at things in your life every day and
take them for granted really, it's only when you lose them and then are lucky
enough to find them again that you can be really happy. It's a shame that this
is often the way.
Why can't we just see what we have and be happy and grateful
for it every day? So I've decided to try extra hard to be thankful for all the
things I am lucky enough to have in my life. My friends are certainly some of these
things.
Why should you need the loss in the first place? It's easy to take things for granted, I promise I'll try my hardest to never ever take people, possessions or anything for granted 3
