7.124

i have been wanting to write for quite a while.

but every time i do.
words seem to fail on me.

whether i have outgrew it.
or it has outgrew me.

either way.
i seem to have forgotten its beauty.

of how to line words side by side to make a meaning.
of how beautiful a meaning could be.

of just words.

i told myself today.
i am lucky.

in so many ways.
i just am.

they are 7.124 billion souls that are luckier than i am.
maybe.
but.
i am lucky enough.still.


today as i woke up.i realised the most.


my heart was pumping blood steadily.
my lungs were able to take a deep soothing breath easily.
my tummy was not hungry.
and my thoughts.and my memories were still there.from the night before.
when i opened my eyes.
there was still that white pale painted ceiling above it.
and in spite of how cold it was outside.
i was warm under my duvet.

and in my heart.
it cried a little.
of how little i give thanks to the things i have been blessed with.

in 7.124 billion.
one heart could not have functioned whilst i was asleep.
a pair of lungs may have collapsed as i was dreaming a beautiful dream.
a kid might be in hunger as i had my last supper before sleep last night.
an old lady might have struggled to remember how her daughter looks like.
and a man..might be waking up under a bridge in a cold winter morning as i opened my eyes.

so.
i am lucky.
and i give thanks too little than what my Creator deserves.

as i sit today on my bed.
typing these words.
lining them up.
to give a certain meaning.

i realised.
there is only one word that could express the beauty of it all in the end. . . .





Alhamdullilah.



for today.
after months of not writing.
i wish to whom ever that is reading this.
is lucky or even luckier than i am today.

give thanks.
you are just bones covered with flesh with a beating heart.
for today.