It’s funny how we can sit for hours thinking of everything going wrong in our lives, but hardly pause to notice the quiet blessings. Life doesn’t always come with loud announcements of joy sometimes, the things that truly matter show up silently, waiting to be seen. I’ve learned that gratitude isn’t always about the big wins. Sometimes, it’s about the little things that keep us going when everything else feels uncertain. So today, instead of complaining, I want to shine a light on three things I’m deeply grateful for things we don’t often put on the list, but probably should.
- The Comfort of Home Spaces
I don’t mean a fancy building or luxurious apartment. I’m talking about the spaces that bring me peace. The corner of my room where I sit to think. The worn out chair by the window where I watch the sun set. The tiny kitchen where the aroma of jollof rice wraps around my mood like a warm hug. These places may not be picture perfect, but they remind me I have a safe space to return to. That’s something I’ll never take for granted.
- The People Who Stay Quietly
Not the loud cheerleaders or those who show love with grand gestures, but the ones who check up on me without noise. The friend who randomly sends a meme to make me smile. The neighbour who waves every morning. The sibling who doesn’t say much but makes sure I’ve eaten. We often expect love to come with fireworks, but I’ve come to appreciate the people who love me in the background. Their silent presence speaks louder than words.
- My Own Resilience
This one is personal. I’ve watched myself grow through things I once thought would break me. Disappointments that felt like dead ends eventually became detours. Times I cried alone turned out to be moments that strengthened me. I may not always have it all figured out, but every time I rise again after falling, I remember how strong I’ve become without even noticing. And for that inner strength, I’m grateful.
Gratitude isn’t always loud. It doesn’t always come wrapped in perfection. Sometimes it’s the soft laughter of a child nearby, the peace that comes after crying your heart out, or simply knowing you have someone or somewhere to go back to. We don’t need everything to be perfect before we give thanks. As for me, I’m learning to hold on to the little good I have, because in the end, that’s what truly counts.
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