Contrary to popular belief, I am not always pessimistic. There are many points in my life where I would stop and take stock of my blessings, and take pleasure in counting them.
Sometimes I feel extremely blessed, akin to an overflowing cup of sweet water. I hear music in the rain, and feel the caress of the wind. The trees seem much greener, and the clouds look like white, fluffy candy floss.
I woke up today and counted my first blessing. Thank God I am stil breathing. :)
I sat up - and realised I have a very comfy bed indeed. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I would go shopping for bed linens. I simply adore my bed. It's something that all of us have, but many of us always take it for granted, don't we? How I wish I can just snuggle under my covers and not go to work. Having a bed to sleep in is undoubtedly, a wonderful blessing.
I went to work and my colleagues came up to me, wanting to know if I am feeling better - cos I have been sick for two whole weeks. That's a blessing - knowing that someone cares.
Checked my email and am pleasantly surprised to recieve a e-card from a friend in New York, who's feeling concerned after reading my Oct 23 blog. That's a blessing - knowing that someone is thinking of me even when he is 12 hours away.
Met up a very good friend over the weekend - and learnt that she is into beading. She gave me a pair of lovely earrings that she made herself. That's a blessing - knowing that I am someone really special to her.
A blogger friend bought me dinner last night. His generosity even extended to a karaoke session - where we sang our hearts out till 3am. That's a blessing - because I have been looking for a KTV kaki for the longest time - and he appeared.
Another blogger friend has been giving me lots of dinner and movie treats. Owe him tons. He's a blessing too - because he gives so much but expects nothing in return.
Yet another blog reader emails me daily with words of encouragement, bringing hope to my otherwise dreary day with anecdotes of his life and great book recommendations. That's a blessing - knowing that someone is always rooting silently for me - somewhere in the background.
As I was typing this entry, I thought about the people who will be reading this. And yes, you guys are also a blessing - because no matter what happens, you check in faithfully everyday to read my senseless ramblings. Day after day. Blog after blog. You even care enough to leave your comments - sharing with me the thoughts that are going through your mind.
Sometimes I wonder why - but then I remember I should always count my blessings, instead of questioning them.
And then I feel very blessed.