Gratitude, Faith and Humility
A journal exercise for the betterment of my mental health. Maybe you can relate.
Everyday, I write a journal entry on gratitude. Today, I am grateful to my cousin. He helped lighten my mood. I’ve been worried about my folks may have contracted CoVid19. I sure hope not. I’ve been vaccinated but they haven’t and they both sound miserable now. Actually, thankfully they’ve both stopped coughing. I checked on them, they seem fine. My cousin, if it wasn’t for him, I’d probably be losing my shit right now.
Everyday I write a journal entry on faith. I am not a Bible thumper by any means. But, I am a sinner. I don’t know the cost of my sins. I wonder how morally bankrupt I may be some times. I often feel inadequate. I punish myself, really. I am very critical of what I do or what I do not do. It’s almost neurological. Or it may very well be neurological. I am broken. I know that. I feel like I am repairable, but nobody wants to really help except my cousin. And often times, my ole man, Pops. They are a true Godsend. My Pops is a better man than I could ever be. My faith is in My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. But I don’t truly know without this bond. What made Jesus so important to me, is that led a herd of people, truly helping other human beings. He was kind.
Everyday I write a journal entry on humility. Today I reflect on when we die, we should return ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I don’t want to be embalmed. I want to physical wither down to an insignificant speck of stardust. I done had my 15 minutes of fame.