Being grateful is an art that, the more we practice, the more we feel full. However, do we really know what that word means? The value of this feeling is something immeasurable and, for me, it is linked to memory, remembrance.
Now, some will say, how so? How can gratitude be linked to memory and remembrance? For a very simple reason: when we are helped, we often tend to forget who helped us and, not infrequently, think that whoever helped us, did no more than their obligation.
Look, people, I don't intend to dictate “norms” about how to be grateful, but that feeling should create in each of us a feeling of fullness, of love and, at least, make us think of those who helped us, with affection and who at one point in our life, he welcomed us, gave us his hand, and made us find a shortcut, a way out, a reason to continue.
I learned, since I was a child, with my fantastic mother that, "life is a give and take" and that, "love, with love you pay". And, at the very least, never lacking in respect or hurting whoever gave us the hand, there is no need to give anything in return, but it is necessary to put yourself in the other's place and, if possible, also return this help, knowing how to reach out.
And that I know how to be grateful, always, to so many people in my life, who reached out to me.