There are a lot of things we usually take for granted. Things we never seem to cherish. To value. To treasure. I know that I don’t.
Most of the time.

It can be the simplest thing like getting enough sleep at night. Or having a heated radiator during the cold winter nights. It can be our ability to walk. Or to see. To feel. To touch. To move. To think. To love. Things, behaviours and skills we take for granted. Things we never seem to appreciate.

I admit that rarely take the time to be grateful for those things. I’m rarely thankful for anything at all. And when you forget to value the most basic things in life – you also disregard the fact that they might disappear one day. Because everything can vanish. Everything is temporary. Life itself is ticking bomb waiting to be blown up. Waiting for release. That is why we have to make the most of it. Take our chances and grab them while we still can. That is why we should stop for a moment and thank someone. Anyone. Ourselves maybe. Just to take notice of the things that helps us along the way. The vital. The basics. The fluttering eyelids. Or the steady heartbeats.

Because if you do, you won’t be all too surprised when they expire. When they stop.
Even if it’s only during a single moment. A single second.
You won’t be startled.
Because you have already shared your goodbyes.
And all that is left to do is to wait.
And if you’re lucky, you’ll also share the welcome backs.

But as for me – someone who’s rarely grateful for much, it came down like a thunder lightning. Like an earthquake that has been waiting for ages to emerge. Blow up. Leaving me speechless. Wordless. Voiceless.

This time, in this exact moment I cursed myself for taking things for granted.
This time, in this exact moment when I needed it the most, I was speechless.
Absolutely mute.
Not even a breath seeping out.
Not a sound.

After hearing the angelical voice that reached my ears I instantly turned around to find her standing there. Standing with her blonde hair sprawled out on her white t-shirt. Her teeth grazing the flesh of her lower lip. Her gaze following the sand that her feet are slowly shoving away, creating a small hole beneath them. Small it might be, but in this exact moment and in this exact second it looks as if it’s large enough to swallow her whole. It’s large enough for her to fall right through. And I’m thinking that if she keeps searching for the answers beneath the sand she might even do so.