All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here. [Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care]
Sometimes it is really hard to see, to know, and to truly experience “counting” in another’s Life. And the worst of that is that rather than “counting” simply by BEing myself, I DO what I DO to “count.”
Where does that fit in Gratitude, eh?!
I suppose that it just does. It is the realisation that I am always choosing who and how I am. Sometimes I choose to just BE and DO what seems the next right thing. At other times I am aware of mattering more or less.
And then there are the times when my “counting” doesn’t matter at all. When I canNOT change how another “counts” or “discounts” me.
Hardly ever DO I know I “count.” I may assume I DO. I may even BE told I DO. But there’s no measure, no container, and nowhere to “count” whatever “counting” means.
People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more. [Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care]
I love you, Currie