I was scrolling through Facebook a few days ago, when I came across a post from an old school mate. It was her birthday, and she was basically measuring how far she’d come from her last birthday to this one. She went on to tag her birthday mates and pointed out that last year, Dolapo Ajimatanrareje, a fellow birthday mate who’d passed on, was still here to celebrate with them.
And in my usual deep thinker fashion, it occurred to me that one of the easiest things to do is take things for granted. I mean, I woke up healthy, a headcount of my family and friends proves that we’re all still here, I’m not without a job, not hungry, etc. so it’s a given that my tomorrow is guaranteed, right? Or, I’m the redeemed of the Lord, daughter of Zion (feel free to insert the appropriate suffix, mine is Zion) and He watches over me so no weapon… It’s not even something to pray about. Done deal, abi? And the long list of other things I want in my life but currently do not have, I just must keep asking for. More like make it my career to bang on the doors of heaven till they open to me and my pending wishes come true. C’est ne pas?
Truth is, I’ve started feeling some type of way. This adulthood is the strangest thing, for me at least. I don’t know about you. It has me feeling so grateful, especially this time of year, that if I never receive anything else from God till I die, no problem. I’m that thankful. I’m thankful for life. I’m learning not to take it for granted that I’m alive and I don’t need life support to breathe. That sleep comes easily enough, and waking up is even easier. There are those in such complex situations who are way better people than I am. So much so that if life was given in daily rations and according to who deserved it, I’m sure I’d be long gone, no kidding. Dolapo Ajim, as she was fondly called, was a lovely person on every level. Stellar personality. She didn’t deserve to die during childbirth, but she did. And there you are, bemoaning the fact that it’s December and Mr. Right is still missing.
It’s easy to get caught up in the hustle, the grind, and just take the little things, which are really the big things, for granted. But if we took out just a teeny weeny bit of time to reflect I bet somebody will fall to their knees in gratitude. Will you try it? Now?
What are you grateful for?