Gratitude For Life-- Who Do You Owe Your Life To?

I owe my mother thanks for the cruelty and thoughtless she added to my life.

Image by Annelise Lords

Listening to a group of young people talking about how cruel their parents were to them and what they would not do to help them. And how glad they are that some of them are enduring hell.

Some believe they owe their parents nothing because they didn’t ask to be here.

My heart breaks, not only for the parents but also for the children.

A heart devoid of gratitude will never be pain-free. Annelise Lords

I wonder, my memory running back to the cruelty done to me by my mother. Her cruelty had no boundaries. She threw me out into the world when I was almost fifteen to fight life on my own without any resources. In a brutal and unforgiven world, where to survive, I must be both.

I fought life and learned things I would never have if I had remained home in a sheltered world.

I saw death many times and was almost raped a few times. I tasted, breathed, and lived cruelty, hatred, thoughtlessness, envy, greed, disappointment, and everything else life thought I must know before I was eighteen years old.

I had an impatient life.

Life needed me to grow up now, not according to what my body or science demanded. I must grow up now! Not tomorrow! Not next week! Next month, or next year. I must grow up Now!

With my kind heart and how I think with it, if I intend to survive in a cruel world, I need to learn some vital life lessons.

Yes, I used to think with my heart. I love kindness, thoughtfulness, and all the good things in life that make everyone happy. So, I give the good I want. 99% of the time, it’s never returned. But when I need it, life opens a door for me. I get what I need. It’s my responsibility to earn what I want from life.

So, after arriving at my destination, happiness was there awaiting me. Yes, I know balance must have a say, and happiness isn’t forever. But all of what I learned in the past I used to keep me where I want to be. I love my destination, so it would be senseless to detest my journey.

My journey gave me the power and resources to stay where I want to be.

Then, with gratitude for what life gave me, I thanked my mother for unconsciously putting me on the right path. It was painful, but I had no regrets.

So, no matter what she did to me, I owe and thank her for my life. She could have aborted me.

Thanks to my mother throwing me out at a tender age, I have an amazing understanding of life, living, and humanity. With the wisdom and knowledge learned, I can change hearts, minds, and souls with one kind word, thought, and idea.

I owe her and thank her for life.

Every second of the day, I give thanks. I can live the life I want, knowing the consequences of all of my actions, choices, and decisions. Good and bad made me who I am, and I am grateful for all of them.

Again, no matter what my mother did to me, I still believe I owe her gratitude for life and am grateful for the life she gave me.

Speak grateful heart! Gratitude is a must

And must be given for everything without a fuss!

Who do you owe your life to?

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