A Mote Of Dust

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e experiences. Perhaps, just perhaps. There are possibilities — endless possibilities.I’ve realized I’m further minute than a mote of dust — I’m insignificant. Yet, I live this life awestruck by the beauty of it — Wonder about my worth through my own self, wonder about my worth (sometimes) through others, wonder how lucky I am to be what I am, wonder about the blessings I have and count those blessings, wonder about all the small mercies.I’ve come to understand these mote-of-dust feelings are not feelings of low worth — I am just being modest about my existence. The chances that I’ve got, the successes I got to see and enjoy after my failures, the food, the water, the pure air, the place I can call my

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own (even if temporary in this world), all the luxuries, all the independence, all the resources, the knowledge, the ability to fend for myself, a fluent tongue, an understanding and stable mind — I have all. What more can a mote of dust want or ask for? This mote of dust can only express gratitude!“Acknowledging the good that you already have in your life is the foundation for all abundance.” — Eckhart Tolle“Gratitude is an antidote to negative emotions, a neutralizer of envy, hostility, worry, and irritation. It is savoring; it is not taking things for granted; it is present-oriented.” — Sonja Lyubomirsky© A.H. Mehr — April 2022 (All Rights Reserved)</article></body>

Poem on Gratitude

I’ve always thought of myself as a mote of dust… Dust that doesn’t have any value. Dust is just dust, weightless, useless, ready to vanish into air, harmful, just a particle — Dust has some form, but a mote of dust? Perhaps, it is just a feeling. Perhaps, because of some situations. Perhaps, because of some unique experiences. Perhaps, just perhaps. There are possibilities — endless possibilities.

I’ve realized I’m further minute than a mote of dust — I’m insignificant. Yet, I live this life awestruck by the beauty of it — Wonder about my worth through my own self, wonder about my worth (sometimes) through others, wonder how lucky I am to be what I am, wonder about the blessings I have and count those blessings, wonder about all the small mercies.

I’ve come to understand these mote-of-dust feelings are not feelings of low worth — I am just being modest about my existence. The chances that I’ve got, the successes I got to see and enjoy after my failures, the food, the water, the pure air, the place I can call my own (even if temporary in this world), all the luxuries, all the independence, all the resources, the knowledge, the ability to fend for myself, a fluent tongue, an understanding and stable mind — I have all. What more can a mote of dust want or ask for? This mote of dust can only express gratitude!

“Acknowledging the good that you already have in your life is the foundation for all abundance.” — Eckhart Tolle

“Gratitude is an antidote to negative emotions, a neutralizer of envy, hostility, worry, and irritation. It is savoring; it is not taking things for granted; it is present-oriented.” — Sonja Lyubomirsky