Few people know this about me, but the frequency with which I check my (old school) mail is reprehensible. I think it was up to nearly three weeks of inattention before yesterday, when I worked up the motivation to unload the large stack of papers and envelopes from my box. It was an armload, for sure. I felt like I was trudging back up the stairs to my apartment carrying a bundle of firewood.
Now, I think I can excuse my behavior by noting that, in this day and age, rarely does anything truly exciting, fascinating, or surprising arrive via the post—unless one is expecting a letter or a package delivery. Usually, all I discover are envelopes promising some urgent and unclaimed reward, wonderful offers of credit at truly generous interest rates, and slews of grocery store coupons. Needless to say, this time I was wrong.
I received an anonymous letter from a reader of this blog. It listed no return address and was signed only with initials. Attached, was a copy of an article noting the benefits of living an appreciative and mindful existence. It reiterated the age-old wisdom that, even during the worst of times, each of us can find at least one, singular event, occurrence, observation, person, thought, dream, musing… pretty much anything for which we can be grateful. And it’s true.
I would like to thank this individual. I’m not sure if you are aware of the kindness you have done me, but I will strive to put it into words: that you cared enough to take even five or ten minutes out of your day to send someone like me a few words of encouragement? That is an act I can never repay. I am truly moved. Whoever you are, you are a wonderful human being. Your one deed is all the confirmation I need.
I understand and respect your desire to remain anonymous, and I imagine your letter was motivated by some of my recent posts—posts that plumb the depths of depression and seeming hopelessness in which I find myself. I want you to know that I am working on it. Every day, I am looking for new ways to remain optimistic. My life, as late, has been shaken up quite a lot. My initial reaction was negative, but I’m beginning to see that these experiences have aided me in metamorphosing into a stronger and more peaceful person. I do feel at peace. And that’s a new one for me.
So, thank you again, you beautiful soul. Whoever you are, you have my heartfelt gratitude. I hope that you continue to read my blog, if it interests you. I’ve resolved to change my outlook—as I have changed—and I ancticipate that it will shine through the lines of my forthcoming poetry.