My Present

After recently having completed my 45th revolution around our sun on this beautiful planet, I find myself reflecting over my life, and one word comes to mind. Gratitude. 

Gratitude to G-d for my soul and to my parents for having conceived me. It’s not often enough that we reflect on the privilege bestowed upon us that is life. We are too busy involved in it to realise that it is indeed the biggest miracle. A miracle in motion. From “the birds and the bees, to the flowers in the trees”, life is going on around us all the time. We are born into this world with the gift of life – it is not earned – and so, like too many things, we take it for granted and only treasure its value when we begin to experience its demise in some shape or form. Hardship and adversity are by far its strictest teachers, preaching their lessons learnt mostly through personal experience. By constantly striving to live life to its fullest through the consistent exercise of the body, mind and soul, gives one the opportunity to really appreciate the miracle of life. Gratitude.

Gratitude to the universe for having provided me with my wife – the most beautiful soul to share life’s pleasures with. Only when you give yourself over to someone else, do you truly appreciate the fact that life was always meant to be shared, that we are living but half a life without a soul-mate. Gratitude.

Gratitude for being blessed with healthy seed to produce two more miracles of life – my sons, my offspring, my lineage. Gratitude.

Gratitude for all the other things that sustain our lives on this magnificent planet – the air we breathe, the food we eat and the water that we drink. Gratitude.

“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it” – William Arthur Ward


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