appreciation: harvest of hope

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when was the last time you were appreciated? how did you feel? did it somewhere cause any impact on you?

If I have to give my take on my ability to grab any compliments from people around I get very uncomfortable. Already in my late teen era and still on how to manage my reactions, emotions it is definitely not as sane as expected. Anyways, but if I have to tell the back story on how I started this blog, all credits to the feedback that I got from my two closest friends back in mid 2022. That was the only few of times where I genuinely felt like, am I kind of okay-ish in something because I did and still do enjoy this process of writing . From then, I collectively began to sit and write the wave of thoughts in my mind and allow its continuity whenever I felt the need to pen down. 

It was like a tiny harvest of hope, a beginning of something that the old Shreeya, at the very early teen era would never have thought. Being a mediocre kid from academics to extra curricular, I grew up somewhere being concerned about the validations I would receive along the way but now as I have grown up to stir the complexities of life, I habitat into filtering and accommodating only the necessities. With the quarter of journey I have traveled, I do acknowledge all the feedback, appreciation I have received on the way. I do believe its a key factor to accomplish things keeping the trajectories of growth high.

Even if its a little thing, a daily chore, a simple plan, if we embody a gesture of appreciation and kindness to people around, we never know about the possible impact that might be created. Less it would be a happy hormone which is in fact, at the end good for health. The world and everything associated with it has made our lives rapid but vulnerable. No matter how strong in and out we are, there is a part in our system which still craves to gain a sense of comfort and a hope to be alive. These little humble gesture are like the lean threads bound to be a thick rope tying us to perpetuate who we are.  Like a bigger picture to be painted consist strokes of different perspectives converged to one particular, we represent the variance of  believes and remarks we put on. At the end, having the accountability of being someone with a good intention induces more peace and attracts more warmth in life. Might be a one element to aid the intricacy of survival...

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