A Little Kindness...

It was a big big world but we thought we were bigger- 7 Years, Lukas Graham

Before I started working on this blog, I used to think writing was really just fun and words but as the days went by and I made more posts, I realised that I had to think a bit harder the next day. I would end up writing a few sentences and then delete them because writing can sometimes be a monster but eventually as my fingers get a hold of the keyboard, the words seem to just flow and that my friends, is a wonderful feeling.

When I scroll down my friend's Instagram and see the type of pictures they've uploaded or when I look at their WhatsApp stories, it makes me realise that everybody is using what they have to make them happy. It causes a stir within me when I see how people are able to create happiness from the simplest things that they have while others still want more and more to show others that they are happier, not realising that the next person with very little might be happy too.

This does not necessarily mean that people who have the finest things are unhappy or anything. I know of people that are really content with what they have and work hard to maintain that.

Growing up, my parents could not afford to get me the latest stuff whether it was shoes, phones or just trending stuff. At times that made me mad because I wished I could get that stuff and blend in with my friends. By a certain age I had to get used getting things like two or three years after they hit the racks.

I remember when a certain shoe came in. I saw kids left, right and center having these shoes on in different colors. I saw some parents go to great lengths to buy that shoe for their kids. I was one of the kids who's parents couldn't afford those cool shoes, this might sound absurd but I was a teenager and sometimes you just wanted the finest things, knowing you might only get to dream about them.

However, it was just a shoe and it would go by, that's what I told myself each time a trendy accessory came, that it's life on the shelves would be soon be over and that I would get it in a few years time when nobody was no longer after it. With this particular shoe, I got it almost three years later from an aunt of mine who was throwing away old clothes and shoes. She gave some stuff to my mom and one day my mom came home with those shoes, you should have seen my face!

I knew, I knew that I would get them someday and I was right. Says a lot about being a believer, doesn't it? I. The shoes had been worn for a long time and by the time I got them, they were out of colour and had a few holes, but what did I care? I finally had them.

The shoes became my regular work shoes when I started working at the hotel. I wore them everyday and overtime they became worse, but I could keep up with that. I polished them twice a week and treated them with so much care. A bit silly, but some days during lunch I would just look at them and think about how it took me so long to get them. I'm sounding a bit obsessed now, next paragraph!

You might be wondering why I'm blabbering about a shoe that made me happy? I wanted you to keep in mind how some of the smallest things can be of great joy to somebody else. I wanted you to reflect on the one time, maybe two or more times you gave away an old shirt, skirt or shoe to someone else and pat yourself on your shoulder because you are amazing. That little gesture went a long way and oh how wonderful it is to make the next person smile? That is another form of true happiness.

In conclusion, we must never forget that what is done for ourselves will one day be forgotten, but what we have done for others will be remembered for eternity. Basically I'm saying, do both if you can and don't feel guilty for working hard and earning good money and treating yourself!

hearts, Queen

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