Gratefulness Stories

sometimes we only feel their presence and not their importance. we just being happy go lucky,ask for anything.which is impossible sometimes........cause we know, that they can't say no! to us. sometimes we ain't say those magical words, cause we think that they already feel it, that it isn't necessary. But we don't know that those simple things and gestures could make them happy and can give them strength to go on. I hope that these could make us realize how lucky we are to have them. And make them feel it before we regret and worst, if they couldn't hear and feel it anymore. spread the word of love and recognition before its too late...<3<3<3 >>>>>>you can click the video so you can really feel the meditation

I hate life (not) is a short story that I think youd like. an emotion roller coaster. (in my opinion) warning. talk of death.

"Treasure everything and everyone close to you, and whatever you do, do not take them for granted." ***** Four people with perfect lives. Four people with comfortable homes. Four people with no problems with money. Four people living false lives. When a group of people discovers they have been living in an alternate reality and that they had sacrificed something important to get there, they set off on a wild goose chase trying to figure out what exactly that is. Perfection is overrated, anyway. In this story about gratitude for what you have, discover what lengths people will go to for the perfect lives, and the sacrifices made.

Poor Families and their financial problems

Tragic, Unknown , Unwanted love story

This is a letter I never thought I will write. It is a letter that has thoughts in it, never shared with someone. It's a letter to her, she doesn't have to read it. To be honest I even hope she won't read it. But I had to write it for me.

A certain man Who lived uptown Always wore a frown Wherever he went His life was marred By grave despair ‘Oh, life’s so unfair’ He’d say to himself In a fortnight He’d lost his son His wife too was gone And his job as well To make the tale So much sadder His house caught fire And burnt down to bits All through the day He sat outside Unable to hide His melancholy ‘Oh, what am I Still living for Since I’ve been made poor Only overnight?’ He had lost all All that mattered Utterly shattered Sat still for hours Then he got up Very slowly Life’s brutality He’d surely avenge At the moment Saw no reason No hope for living So he walked away Surely this would Be his last day There was just one way To follow- suicide Just as he was About going Heard a voice singing And he stopped to look Captivated He turned and turned Meanwhile the voice burned The depths of his heart The singer was A little boy Creases of real joy Stood on the boy’s face He was crippled And also blind Life was so unkind To the little boy Yet to his God He sang his thanks And the man’s heart sank As he watched the boy Instead of being Sad or tearful The boy was thankful This amazed the man So he knelt down Tears sharp like knife For the gift of life He thanked his Maker *Moral: Always give thanks all the time, in every situation*

This poetic and sensory journey explores the delicate path of healing after heartbreak. Written in the first person, it guides the reader through five stages: connection, acceptance, self-compassion, appreciation, and gratitude. Each chapter invites you to sit with your emotions, feel them deeply, and recognize that even in loss, there is beauty, growth, and resilience. Through intimate reflections and vivid imagery, the text reassures those who have loved and lost that they are not alone, and that the pain they carry is both valid and transformative. It is a gentle guide to embracing yourself, understanding your experience, and opening your heart to life again.

I definitely dont have somewhere to be. Definitely no destination at all. Yup! Spotted! She's here again. You wanna know? I won't tell you. Alright fine I'Il tell you. She's sitting under the same tree again with the book in her lap. She' s lifting her head. I quickly hide on one of the closest pillar to my side. What are you doing Wei ying?!She can't even see you from up here. Arghh..I returned to my previous position. Shamelessness seems to be malfuncfioning these days huh. It's her fault. Maybe not too long though. I smirked. or A Christian Au about modauzushi because Im so inspired by the novel and the characters are great and also the fanfic writers are so awesome! The characters are not my own. they're from a novel series that I really like. It's called the Grandmaster of demonic cultivation/ Modauzushi. It's a bl novel and I really like every characters and the story is whole some.

Nicole will not notice how much she loves her parents until she is introduced to something very magical if you like to call it that. Nicole is an average (in today's world) girl that is always on her phone. When her parents get very mad at her, she runs away. Find out what she finds in the woods and how it changes her life by reading this story. I hope you like this as my first story. I tried my hardest. Love you guys!!!

This is not a game to me That the men and women I get from these 'shops', through trades and bribes, I see as humans. They are sons and daughters, maybe moms and fathers, if that's not bad enough brothers and sisters to someone out in the world. I help them reconnect to their humanity that they thought lost. Bring life back into them. What could be so bad that one person set apart from the rest of the community and takes the time to rescue them? What is happening? Who is this person? So many question. Not much time to talk. Are you willing to take the chance on reading what is happening in this earth shattering story? The first four parts are simply to give everyone an idea on what they have to do to be able to get these men and women.

One thing I'm thankful for each day

A poem dedicated to the women in India and around the world. The first poem I ever composed, I hope you like it.

poetry someone very close to my soul. I can never be able to love hate or thanks I simply respect that person from core of my heart💕

Just random thoughts

A comfort letter from the perspective of a roaming black hole.

I am so grateful for a new friend who is not afraid to "tell it like it is"! He has made me happy, and he has made me mad. I must admit that he also makes me smile because he continuously awakens the woman inside of me. More importantly, he has made me more introspective and for that, I would like to say, "Thank You!"