A BANK ACCOUNT CALLED BLESSINGS

When I was young, I had dreamt of keeping a huge amount of money stored in a bank account for security purposes and emergency reasons.

Well, coming from a not so financially blessed family, I never had that during those times. I instead had dreams and some of them have in time turned into big and small realities.

As my years mature, I had slowly began to look back into my past slowly, at times with episodes of fear because I know deep in my heart that my younger years were at times part of not so good memories. But even then, if I am to count the good against the bad, the good ones overshadow the other side. I slowly came to realize that if I had written all the blessings that have come passed by me, it would have been more than the bank account I had dreamt of. It would not only be in one bank, and not one account but several of them in many banks.

Even more, the deposits that I would place it would have been priceless, fast to gain interest through the years, higher than time deposits and indeed, inspirations upon withdrawal.

I had looked into the material side not seeing the other things that have filled and sustained me through the times.

Nowadays, funny and weird it may seems, I count the good things that passes me everyday. I do it at night before I go to sleep when down to bed, and, I know that time will come I will have a bank of blessings of my own that no one can take or steal away from me.

“ Happiness is inside us, we just don’t look for it. “

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