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lar 22-year-old troubles, and the pangs of a young adult.But taking an arduous uphill climb with elders (think 65.y.o.) obstinately walking, and you stepping up to assist them with luggage, trying to find medicine because you are one of the very few who knew the language, keeping vigil, list in hand, waiting to see everyone was saved from the landslide, listening to locals talk about 6-month life. And the other 6 months of snow force them away.These experiences made me feel trivial, and the shallow nature of my concerns, if at all. To this day, I am still happy to have had those grueling days, for without those, I would never have learned to appreciate the things I had and myself.My bonds, my memories, my convictions, a beautiful day.What’s not to be thankful for?!Yesterday’s Haiku —<div id="eb32" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/haiku-0038-ashes-08d730322a2e"> <div>

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Haiku — 0039: Gratitude.

Small happiness.

Ever had a life-changing experience?

Sunrise and sunset,

Memories, bonds, and lessons,

A day to live for.

Those experiences do teach a lot of things, much more than what daily lives teach. And I am pretty sure you can relate to it as well.

Mine taught me to be able to look closer at what I have.

If you’d read #32-Compassion, you would notice the story of high-altitude hypoxia. But outside of that incident, that time, July 2017, was the final year of my Bachelor’s degree, a time of emotional turbulence, skipping campus placements, a few regular 22-year-old troubles, and the pangs of a young adult.

But taking an arduous uphill climb with elders (think 65.y.o.) obstinately walking, and you stepping up to assist them with luggage, trying to find medicine because you are one of the very few who knew the language, keeping vigil, list in hand, waiting to see everyone was saved from the landslide, listening to locals talk about 6-month life. And the other 6 months of snow force them away.

These experiences made me feel trivial, and the shallow nature of my concerns, if at all. To this day, I am still happy to have had those grueling days, for without those, I would never have learned to appreciate the things I had and myself.

My bonds, my memories, my convictions, a beautiful day.

What’s not to be thankful for?!

Yesterday’s Haiku —

Haiku — 0038: Ashes

That after death, before birth.

medium.com

For the rest of my Haiku, please follow —

Haiku By Day

A collection of my Haiku experiments

medium.com