Listen to your heart...

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I woke up this morning before my alarm went off. I opened my eyes, checked the time and it was 5am. Unlike other mornings, I was not reluctant to get out of bed, in fact, I did so with pleasure. I checked my phone for messages, but realized that although it was on the charger, it was dead. I struggled in vain to get it on and eventually gave up. I ran my bath water and took a nice hot bath instead, choosing not to worry about the phone or the messages I might or might not have received. As I got out of the bath and put on my clothes, the electricity tripped. Again, I struggled in vain to get it back on, and eventually gave up on that too. So, I lit a few candles and got dressed by candlelight. No electricity. No phone. Just me and my thoughts. I left my home unusually early (at 06:20am), but managed to get the lights back on before I left. I drove to my parents’ home, had a cup of coffee with them and finally went on my way to work.
As I drove to work, I saw homeless people, up and about, asking for money, for food to eat, for a helping hand. I thought back to my morning and felt ashamed. I was bummed because my phone did not want to switch on and that my electricity went out. These people had no electricity, they were lucky if they had a warm place to rest their heads at night. They were lucky if they received enough change during the day so that they could put food in their stomachs. They were lucky if they had someone to share their woes with. And there I was, feeling withdrawal symptoms over a phone when they did not care much about any luxury item. Their basic necessities were not even met, how could they care about a damn phone?
I still do not have a phone, but by the end of the day, that will be sorted out. Those beggars on the streets however, will still go off wandering. In search of food. In search of heat. In search of a place to rest their heads and get some sleep, so that the cycle can continue in the morning. As I sit here and write this, I feel like such a spoilt brat. We attach too much value to material things, worldly items, things that will all be left behind in this world one day. We focus too much on wealth and the joy that money brings. And in doing so, we forget about the things that matter the most. We forget about humanity. We forget about trying to heal the human spirit. We forget about trying to uplift one another. It is easy for us to bad mouth each other and be cruel to others. It is not so easy to uplift each other.
I sit here at work, surrounded by people, but my thoughts speak to me loud and clear. My heart speaks even louder. It tells me that I should remember to give thanks for the basic necessities, because there are many who wish they had it. My heart tells me that I am blessed beyond measure, but I fail to see it at times, thus, I am not always grateful. My hearts tells me that the occasional power trip is just to remind me that I am privileged to have light, when others live in darkness. My heart tells me that it is overflowing with blessings; I should try to count them and see what an impossible task it really is. My heart tells me that I should take less for granted and learn to appreciate more. My heart tells me that human relations are much more important than material items. My heart tells me that I am blessed and highly favoured. My heart tells me that its doors are never closed off to love. My heart tells me that I have been given, so that I too can give unto others.
My heart speaks to me loud and clear today. And when the heart speaks, it is your duty to listen.

Listen to your heart.

Take Care

Miss Stone

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