Appreciation;

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Appreciation; an adjective, a strong and beautiful one. Appreciation is the recognition, admiration, and enjoyment of someone of something.

People really appreciate sacrifices, they are specially made for you and express their love for you. Sacrifices that your parents, your family, your friends for your own good is very special as you know those feelings are so pure, beautiful and authentic.

In my case, I consider myself a bad person, I consider myself an ignorant and un-appreciative. I can’t even name something my beloved ones have sacrificed for me, because I have grown so much to it that I don’t acknowledge it as something to be glad and to be grateful for, lowering it to just a simple mere action like any else.

Just as breathing.

Something beautiful we should actually be grateful for every second of our lives but we aren’t. Is weird if someone just stops their every action and thanks their surroundings just for existing and being there at the same time as they are.

I can’t do that. Or at least not right now, I can’t seem to think of anything at this exact moment. I’m grateful about a lot of things, yes I acknowledged their sacrifices for me, but then?

Then can be 10 years, 1 year, 1 month, 1 day, even one minute later, and then, then I don’t acknowledge their sacrifices anymore. And maybe I would have never acknowledged them like this if I didn’t have thought about it.

Reminiscing is something we should do more often, it reminds us of the little things that are so massive but we just see them from afar, making them short and usual, when they aren’t.

I make small, that my mom has passed hunger and sleepless nights because of work because she needs to pay the bills, I make short that my dad has overworked himself and sold his car getting one less expensive to pay my school and my sister’s.

When they have stayed up late because I was sick, when they have taken care of me when I am a grownup already, when they cook for me when they are busy, when they buy me stuff I don’t necessarily need.

That, everything they made are small but meaningful sacrifices they make every day I don’t even acknowledge and I’m sometimes ungrateful for.

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