Once upon a time there was a man. He grew up in a big city, in a pretty normal family, with a pretty normal life. He went to school, played with his friends, fought with his brothers and didn’t like to do his homework. Nothing so far from normal.
But as he finished school and started to have to make his own decisions for life, things got a bit out of what we call normal. While his friends were choosing their careers and whatever else they wanted for their lives, he didn’t really know what he wanted to do. He knew one thing alright: he knew he wanted to get out there and see the world. But being a normal person in a normal city, having a normal family, to do that, he would have to have a normal life with a normal job so that he could, if he was lucky, go once in a while to see bits and pieces of his or other countries of the world he lives in.
For him, this normal way of life seemed all too weird. So he decided he would do things his own way, not really knowing what he was getting himself into.
Living in this normal world, if you do things that are not normal, people will think you are strange and that there’s something wrong with it. And besides, it can be very hard to do not normal things in a normal world. But he didn’t care and he just went on with his plans to follow this strange feeling he had deep inside.
And so he found ways to get around and see the world and do his thing. Of course, he had to go somewhere in between normal and his own way because, after all, he still was in this normal world with normal people and normal ways of doing things. So he went around doing what he had to do to follow his dreams – being normal and something else at the same time.
At times more normal, and other times just himself, sometimes it was really easy. But other times it was really hard. He would get lost, confused and sometimes even sucked in the normal way of being, which at times made him feel really sad. But that thing, that deep feeling he had inside was so strong that it just made him keep going and along the way, this man met more and more people like him. People who couldn’t just be normal simply because everyone else is.
Along the way he also learnt magic things that would help him doing what he had to do. It turned out that one of the most powerful magic things he learnt was also one of the simplest. It is so simple it can be expressed in just one word: gratitude. But actually, the most effective way of using this magic is not even using one word. All it takes is to feel it. Simply by concentrating and feeling gratitude for all that is.
The man noticed that the more he used this magic, the more powerful it would get. So he just connected with that feeling from the smallest, simplest to the greatest things in his life. And he learnt that if he used this magic of simply feeling gratitude for things he didn’t like in his life, that’s when the magic would surprise him, seeming more like a miracle. So whenever he was having a hard time to get what he wanted or if things he didn’t like were happening to him, or if he was just feeling bad or sad – if, in those difficult moments, he managed to connect with that feeling of gratitude inside himself, feeling it in his whole body, his whole being, the magic would be so amazing, so strong, so effective that things would start changing and flowing just as they are meant to be.
He then understood that to feel grateful is to accept that everything is perfect, even when it doesn’t seem to be. And when you accept that everything is perfect, that’s what you get.
In (perfect) gratitude
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