There were simpler days. When joy wasn’t the purchase of
that new handbag. When it didn’t matter that you were wearing that same pair of
socks for the third day. Those days when searching for tadpoles brought endless
hours of bonding. Heads bowed down in yet another laborious art project.
Sharing that last piece of pie.
But you grow up. You are told that success has its definitions.
That pieces of paper signed by certain people made you worth more than others.
You start to question “worth” over “value”. Is it really worth my time? Is all
that trouble really worth it? Then you start to get ideas over what is “worth
it” and what is not. One thing becomes more deserving rather than another. One
person becomes more deserving than another. That’s when that sense of
entitlement kicks in.
You now believe that titles means that certain privileges
should just be handed to you, instead of those privileges being recognition of
your efforts. Show me what you have to offer before I decide whether I shall deem you
worthy. It becomes a contest of who can make the greatest offerings. The
gift determines whether or not the person is worthy, and in line with what you
are entitled for. Lost is that joy in the gesture. Your fight is now to provide
the greatest worth to supplement your entitlement.
I hope that I will always retain the gratitude for the
gesture. That each gift that comes my way be of great value in my eyes. That I not
lose sight of what it means to receive. To have been in someone’s thoughts enough
that they decided a token was necessary. That those tokens not be merely of
dollar value, but also of great remembrance and affection. That I be gracious
and sincere in accepting each and every single blessing.
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