What I am thankful for

I am a lucky girl. I have had so many amazing experiences and opportunities I never dreamed I would be able to pursue. I owe it all to my family. So this year and every year, I am thankful so very thankful for them. But this year in particular, I am not only thankful for them physically in my life, I am thankful for my upbringing.

Honesty. Respect. Tolerance. Acceptance. Selflessness. Love.

I am sensitive. I used to think this was a bad thing, but I can see it’s not anymore. I feel everything, good, bad, and in between. I accept different ideas, opinions, philosophies. I respect others. I see the good in others before the bad. I expect honesty and give back nothing less.

I get this from my mother. She sees the best and the worst in the world and still she would give everything and anything she could to help another. She taught me throughout the years to embrace this sensitivity. She never sat me down and told me, but watching her touch the lives of so many people in ways only she can. I strive to live my life as she has. To be sensitive is not to be weak, but strong. My mother is one of the most sensitive people I know and she is also the strongest. I am amazed by her everyday. She has taught me so many things, things I hope to one day pass on, things that I feel our society has lost touch with. Life has become about “me.” Oh, I need to do this because I need to “find my self.” I, I , I. Me, Me, Me. Everyone has this need to be everything they need to be on their own and well fuck the world if its going to get in my way of self discovery. Don’t get me wrong, I am all about self discovery as someone who still has no idea what the hell I’m doing with my life, but I am not and will never be the person that loses touch with people around me or loses touch with that really matters in life, beyond the career and money, beyond school and travel, beyond parties and wild nights. Beyond all of that is who you have met along the way, who you surround yourself with because if you come to your last day, whenever that may be, and you’re alone? What kind of life is that.. I was told countless times growing up I was too sensitive. I used to feel I was too. But sitting around on Thanksgiving, looking at my parents, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

It is easy to disregard the feelings of others when they do not pertain to you. It is easy to mask pain instead of feel it. It is easy to avoid confrontation instead of speaking bluntly. It is easy to wrap yourself so tightly in your own life instead of sharing it. It is so easy to solely use people to fill voids instead of intertwining a life with another. It is easy to avert your eyes when someone needs your help. It is easy to be so deeply rooted in your beliefs instead of letting branches flow freely from one idea to the next. It is easy to not tell the truth. It’s easy to hide behind blogs and articles and buy into what they preach instead of going out and living to actually experience these things.

Being sensitive doesn’t you hide in a corner from the world or that you need support all time from others. Being sensitive means you do the hard shit even when you know it will be hard, you open your heart full, completely, utterly, you weather a storm to hold on for the sun.

So this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my family for letting me be who I am, a sensitive cry baby. 😉
Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday ❤


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