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Appreciating Life

The real tragedy in life is not loosing your job, your fiancee or money. No,the real tragedy is not appreciating life itself. Being grateful that you are alive and kicking. That both your arms and legs are working and though you have no ability to throw the Javelin like Julius Yego, you still have the use of your hands. Though you can not run as fast as Kipchoge, you can walk to work if Kenya turned to Uganda. That you can appreciate both the rising and going down of the sun. That you not only can tell what color is green you can see it.

The ability to enjoy full health except for the frequent cold bouts that come and go. The ability to have a place to sleep. The ability to swing or drag yourself out of bed every morning without any pain. And even though you have no closet full of new clothes and shoes at least you do not walk in tatters. Though you have no figure 8 like size 8, you have no deformities on any part of your body.

We forget to thank God for all this blessings He has granted us all for free. We forget to count our blessings daily. We forget how fast they can all be taken away from us. Its not any one's choice to be rich or poor, No! Neither is it your choice to have or not to!. It's time to appreciate the little or much we have. Take a second or two to thank God and not complain. There must be something you are grateful to have, right?

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