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Monday, September 03, 2007

It's morning. I know it is because I wake up to the sounds of Glenn Ong and the Flying Dutchman crackling through the radio. On with the morning routine.

I look out the window and catch the train afar rushing through the tracks without straining my naked eyes. I still have perfect eyesight. Wonderful, I think to myself.

I shower. I brush my teeth. I hear the pit-pattering of water on my skin. I smell the mint on my toothpaste and what joy it brings to my breath. I feel the hot water trickling down my frame. I taste the mint working its magic in my mouth.

I open the wardrobe and I don't know what to wear. Red or green? I'm spoilt for choice. I pick one anyways.

In the kitchen I pour milk atop my bowl of cereal. Spoonful after spoonful I crunch on calcium soaked flakes. I imagine how ecstatic my taste buds must be to register milk, honey and crusty grains all at once.

I put on my shoes. I step out of my flat and I'm greeted by the slight sting of the morning's ray upon my skin and I make a mental note that it's going to be a hot day.

I see, touch, feel, smell, taste, hear. And I thank God. I thank God that I'm still very much alive like how I was before I turned in to bed last night. That my senses are still working, my body parts still functioning. We always want results of answered prayers. Of good results in school and favourable conditions at work. As much as God wants to bless us I know, I can't help but feel selfish sometimes. Selfish that I'm not thankful for the very thing God has given me: the air I breathe for a healthy functioning self. Not everyone wakes up to what I'm able to take for granted. When the time comes for thanksgiving, do we really have nothing to thank God for?

"So God created human beings in his own image.
In the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them." - Genesis 1:27


Dylan


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