Did I just lose the plot again?
I had so carefully written it down this time — on a little piece of paper — and kept it locked inside a shiny golden box labelled “Wake Up”, right next to the pile of dreams that kept me engaged until not too long ago. But now I can’t seem to find the box. It’s got to be around here somewhere…
Ahh… found it.
I found it when the sun’s rays touched my face the next morning. It seems the box was in the same place all along — just covered in too much dust for me to notice. Like the observer effect in quantum physics, where particles shift when observed, the key made itself visible the moment I noticed the box.
I opened it slowly to find my folded piece of paper sitting inside — waiting to be seen. I unfolded it, anxious to read the answer I had found last time.
It read: “The art of being grateful.”
In a world that keeps pulling us towards more — more stimulation, more engagement, more productivity — constantly urging us to set higher goals and chase clearer answers… gratitude is the quiet return to what is already here, simply waiting to be noticed.
