Gratitude inspirational essay reading
Introduction: Life is made up of countless touches in a soulful sense. Here inspirational stories.com has compiled three gratitude inspirational articles for you to read, hope you like them.
One, “Please bring a smile home”
When both mother and son were worried about college tuition, the father came home and smiled and said, “I’m laid off”;
The father always hit a wall when he went out to look for a job, but every day he came home and smiled and said “
When my father was injured while working, he still came home smiling and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay.
Why are emotions so powerful when you walk in the door?
The American social psychologist John Rocins discovered the famous “first-cause effect,” which means that the first impression made during interpersonal interactions is the dominant one in the mind.
The “first-cause effect” also works when family members meet for the first time, even though they are not meeting each other.
Going home is the “second meeting” with your family, and this side of you determines how your family judges your day, and this judgment will be dominant in your mind for the rest of the evening, influencing your mood and behavior.
In fact, there is never a shortage of happy families in this world; what is lacking are families who don’t know the art of getting in the door.
One housewife has a home where the man is generous and kind, the children are courteous, and a warm, harmonious atmosphere fills the space.
Her home looks no different from an ordinary home, except for a wooden sign hanging on the door that says – “Before you enter, leave your troubles behind; when you come home, bring back happiness.”
A friend came to visit and asked about the wooden sign: “I also remind my husband from time to time not to come home with grievances, but he always turns a deaf ear to them. Is it really useful for you to use a wooden sign to remind your husband and son?”
The hostess smiled and explained, “I’m not reminding them. Once I saw in the elevator mirror a face full of fatigue, a tight frown, sad eyes …… startled myself.
So I began to wonder how my children and husband would feel when they saw this sad face.
Then I thought about my children’s silence at the dinner table, my husband’s coldness, and how I originally thought it was all their fault when, in fact, I had myself to blame!
The next day, I wrote a wooden sign and nailed it to the door to remind myself. As a result, it wasn’t just me who was reminded, but the family ……”
With a different way of entering the house, the chain of negative emotions was cut off when I entered, and what remained in the house was a peace and warmth.
This is all thanks to the small wooden sign.
This is all thanks to the small wooden sign, but behind this sign is the study of “face management”.
Everyone needs to manage their faces before they enter the house.
Unload your tired, angry, sad face and renew it with a relaxed, happy and relaxed face.
Before you go home, take a look at your face with the mirror you have with you. Have we accidentally brought back bad feelings?
If you find yourself looking bad, why not start by giving yourself a smile, even if it’s just a deliberate upturn of the corners of your mouth, it can have a positive impact on one’s mood.
Sarah Pressman, PhD, a psychologist at the University of California, said, “After the same stress test, subjects who were asked to smile had their heart rates drop faster and their stress was reduced more quickly.”
Once a person has a smile on their face, angry, whiny, sad words often don’t come out. Even if the news is bad, the smile on the face makes the listener think, “This isn’t a deadly problem,” and instead think about things in a positive way.
Family is our mirror, and when one person smiles, the others are infected.
A smile when you come home is the best gift you can give your family.
II. “Life is fortunate to have a parting”
My father was lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital, and he still earnestly urged my mother not to inform me from far away, because he was afraid that I was working in Taipei worrying about his condition.
It was only when my mother secretly asked my brother to notify me that I learned of my father’s hospitalization.
This is typical of my father’s personality, he always thinks of us first, but he rarely pays attention to himself.
I remember when I was very young, my father once went to a meeting in Fengshan, and after the meeting he went to the market and ate a bowl of meat soup, which he thought was a delicacy that he rarely had, and he immediately thought of us and went to the market to buy a new pot and a big pot of meat soup to take home.
The traffic was not well developed and the car was so upside down that when we got home the meat soup was cold and overflowing, and when we ate it it was not as delicious as my father had described.
But my heart boiled when I ate the meat soup, and I especially felt that the meat soup was a rare thing in life because it had my father’s love in it.
In the eyes of outsiders, my father was a rough and tough man, but only we as children know the very delicate side of his heart.
There was only one part of the story where he would bring home meatballs, and no matter where he went, he would always bring back something good for us, so every time my father came back from a business trip during my childhood, it was always the happiest time for us.
He was also very considerate of his mother. As far as I can remember, my father always went to the market early in the morning to buy food and never let my mother worry about the household.
For the past 30 years, our family has been taken to the market by my father, and it is rare for a man with a Japanese education to be able to do this inside and outside.
Though my father had a lot of blows and setbacks in his young adulthood, I never saw him look sad.
He was a forward-looking optimist who never frowned at the worst of circumstances, and this has deeply influenced me, and I owe much of my optimism and resilience to my father’s example.
My father was also an idealist, and that idealism was expressed in his best efforts to live and let live, as he used to say:
“There are always two sides to things, success and failure, but we always have to go in the direction of success.”
Because of his optimism and idealism, he was a warm as fire person, and as long as he was around there was nothing that couldn’t be solved, it gave us hope for the future.
He was also a funny man who loved to laugh even in the worst situations, and he never gave pain away, but only brought laughter to others.
As a child, my father used to take my brother and me to work in the fields, and through that work, he inspired us to be wise.
For example, when our family grew bamboo shoots, before I went to school, my father used to teach me carefully how to dig them and how to look at the cracks in the land in order to dig up bamboo shoots that were not green.
Twenty years later I went to the bamboo mountain to interview bamboo shoots farmers and had performed in the bamboo shoots field, which made the bamboo shoots farmers greatly admired.
I haven’t dug bamboo shoots for 20 years, but I still remember the method my father taught me, which shows how much my father’s education influenced me.
Because of being a farmer, my father taught us the skills of a farmer from a young age and believed that everything should be done from a farmer’s point of view.
Like I later took up writing, when I first started, my father used to say:
“Writing is also like plowing a field; if you go down to the field every day, there is no harvest that you don’t get.”
He also used to tell me not to write against my will, saying, “It’s like the man who grows rice to plant betel nut; not only do you not plant well, but you often fall off the betel nut tree.”
He often taught me to write more articles that are good for people and less criticism and cursing, saying, “Articles that are good for people are irrigation and fertilization, and articles that are critical are setting fire to mountains; irrigation and fertilization are something that people can control, but setting fire to mountains is often out of control and hurts living beings without knowing it.”
He told me to be a creator, not a theorist, saying, “The creator is a farmer, the theorist is a man of the farming society. The farmer just plows, and the men of the farming society sacrifice the farmer’s interests for the regular meetings of the theory.”
My father’s words contained the most truth, but he did not write a single article in his life. He was looking at the article from the farmer’s point of view, and every time he hit the nail on the head, it was meaningful.
On one occasion I faced a creative bottleneck, went back to my hometown to rest, and told my father about my woes.
He laughed and said, “Your frustration is also my frustration. This year’s banana harvest was very poor, and I am wondering whether I should plant bananas next year. Or not?”
I said, “You’ve been growing bananas for over 40 years, of course you’ll continue to grow them.”
He said, “You’ve been writing for so many years, why don’t you continue? The years won’t be bad forever.”
“If everyone who writes doesn’t write and stops writing, are there any great writers in the world?”
I think I’ve worked very hard at writing, mainly because I grew up in a family that has been farming for generations.
I often thought, “There is no such thing as a hard-working farmer, and I grew up in a farming family, so why shouldn’t I work as hard as a farmer?
I think it is better to be like my father, who worked hard all day long and still be altruistic and selfless, which is something I have often reflected on when writing for more than ten years.
My mother always said that my father had a hard life, and he could not stay idle, and until his health deteriorated in the past few years, he often ran away from home and refused to stay at home to rest.
My father is the most enthusiastic about the affairs of the township. He always takes the head flag and is the oven master in every worship service, and is now the head member of the Qing Yun Temple in his hometown. He is the kind of person who refuses to enjoy the blessings alone and is willing to share the difficulties.
When he was young, he was so strong and powerful that he was comfortable picking up two hundred pounds of bananas every day and making dozens of trips back and forth.
I remember his feet were as big as boats and his hands were like two fans when he spread them out.
When I was in junior high school, he lifted me up with one hand like a chicken, but it was this great body that did him in.
This is the first time I’ve been in the hospital, and I’ve been in the hospital several times in the past three years, and although I’m still optimistic, I’m not as strong as I used to be.
If there’s one thing I can’t worry about these days, it’s my father’s health, and it’s heartbreaking to see him losing weight day by day.
My father has five children, and I spent the least amount of time with him because I was the first to leave home and the furthest from work. I left home at the age of fifteen to study in Tainan, then moved to Taipei and worked in Taipei, so I came home only a very limited number of times a year.
In recent years, when I got married and had children, I was even busier at work, and it was even more difficult for me to go home twice a year.
My father knew exactly what I was thinking, and once he said, “If you’re out there and you’re upwardly mobile and you’re a productive member of society, that’s filial piety.”
Like my father, my mother never asked anything of us. She was a typical rural woman, giving all the glory to her husband and all the devotion to her children, and I often felt small compared to their greatness.
I went on to report on literature, and I often found my father and mother in countryside characters everywhere, so ordinary, so strong, and so great.
In my later writings, I often quoted the words of the people in the villages, not the grand thesis of the PhD scholars, because they were experiencing wisdom with their lives and lives, and I saw in them the greatest sentiments and the most moving qualities in the writings.
I often say that I am the happiest person, and this happiness is because I had good parents and family in my childhood, and I had very affectionate brothers and sisters in my adolescence; and in my middle age, I have a good wife and good friends.
I always have gratitude for my upbringing, and of course the most important foundation for that comes from my father and mother, who gave me an optimistic, caring, virtuous, and progressive outlook on life.
I have so little to give them, and that’s something I often regret.
On one occasion I read the Sutra of the Buddha on the greatness of parents’ kindness and the difficulty of repaying them, and the Buddha said this:
“If someone, for the sake of his parents, holds a sharp knife and cuts his eyes and offers them to the Buddha, after a hundred and a thousand kalpas, he still cannot repay the deep kindness of his parents.
What if someone, for the sake of his father and mother, also cuts his heart and liver with a sharp knife, and his blood flows everywhere, and he does not resign himself to pain, but he cannot repay his parents for their kindness after a hundred and a thousand years?
What if someone, for the sake of his father and mother, pierces his body with a hundred and a thousand swords and spears, and goes in and out of himself, and after a hundred and a thousand years, still cannot repay his parents for their kindness?
As I read this, I could not help but feel my heart cut to pieces and weep like rain.
This time when I went back to see my father’s illness, I thought of this sutra and tried to hold back the tears that were falling at the bedside.
Mother too, a Zheng who was also watching my father told me:
“To know your father’s condition, you don’t have to look at your father to know, just look at your mother smiling to know it’s getting better, and look at your mother in tears to know it’s getting worse, they have such a good bond.”
In order to look after my father, my mother bunked in the corridor of the hospital and didn’t get a good night’s sleep for days and nights.
Since my father got sick, she hasn’t even taken a step out of the hospital door. She has lost a lot of weight, and when I see her, my heart aches.
I prayed to the Bodhisattva every day and every night that my father would get well soon and that my mother would regain her old smile.
If there is really any sinful karma in this world, if my father has any sinful karma, if my mother has any sinful karma, all the Buddhas and major Bodhisattvas of the ten directions, please let me bear their sinful karma, let me carry my parents’ karma!
But may, may, may my father recover from his illness soon.
When I used to work in the fields, seeing that I couldn’t farm, he would run over and pat me on the shoulder and say, “To be a farmer, be a first-class farmer; to write articles, write first-class articles; to be a man, be a first-class man.”
Then feeling that he was too serious, he said, “If you want to be a rogue, be a big-tailed rogue, too!” Then father and son laughed at each other and burst into tears of laughter.
How I miss my father’s laughter then.
I also look forward to seeing my father’s laugh again.
Three, “A mother’s suicide note to her four sons”
Recently, a mother’s suicide note to her four sons exploded on tiktok, and countless people got red eyes after reading it: Thank you for taking care of me, but I regret having given birth to you.
Sons:
I have my 80th birthday today, which means I have lived a full 80 years.
In those long years, I have given birth to four of you and helped you bring up eight more children, which means that I have raised 12 of my children and grandchildren with one hand in my life.
But I’m getting old and I’m getting old enough to look at your faces.
Especially after your father died a few years ago, I could clearly feel your impatience with me more and more every day.
When your father first died, I truly wished that one of my sons would take me into his home and I would live with you, whichever I wanted.
I looked forward to this for two months.
I know that there is no one who will take me to your house.
The good thing is that you were okay with me at that time, four people worked in shifts, one week each, so that every night, I was not afraid.
To be honest, at my age and at my age, what is there to be afraid of?
The only thing I’m afraid of is loneliness.
My sons, you have been with me for one year and nine months, or about 630 days. As a mother, I am grateful for the company you have given me.
After that, each of you looked harder and harder, came and did not say a word to me, and left and still did not say a word.
It was as if you had entered the inn and the old lady inside, who was looking at you with bated breath, had nothing to do with you.
I am afraid to offend any of you. Although I don’t eat a mouthful of your food, wear a piece of your clothing, or even spend a penny of your money, you owe it to me to accompany you.
Even though I became careful, one by one you withdrew silently from my nights, and no one came back, giving me back my loneliness without a word.
That’s fine, after all, you were with me for a year and nine months after your father died, and for that, I am grateful. The rest of the day, I’ll go on my own.
After more than two years of hard work, I turned 80 and you wished me, “Live long and prosper!”
I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to live to that age, but I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to live to that age.
These days, my heart is getting harder and harder, and I don’t say it, and I don’t know who to say it to.
I wish the disease would hurry up and take me away, then I would be grateful for the generous treatment I received from fate.
A few nights ago, I dreamed of your father, who smiled, looked at me and said, “Go, I’m coming to get you, come with me and you will never be lonely again.
Waking up, the stars were shining outside my window, the moon was round and big, and this beautiful night I dreamed of your father, of him coming to pick me up. I am grateful for his loving care all my life and for your 630 days of companionship.
My heart is getting harder and harder every day, and I understand that the big day is coming, so I am writing this letter, a mother-son bond that is finally coming to an end.
I have a full head of white hair, and let me swear on my full head of white hair: I really appreciate your companionship and care. But in addition to that, I have one more thing to say: I regret having you guys, and if there is an afterlife, never see you again.
But I’m a mother, I can’t be vicious, and I still want all 4 of you to be happy in your old age and not be disliked by your 8 children. I’m sorry, but I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do this.
If one day you find that your father’s plants and trees have gradually fallen into disuse;
If one day you find that the floor closet at home is often covered with dust;
If one day you find that the food your mother cooks is too salty and too bad;
If one day you find that your parents often forget to turn off the gas;
If one day you find that they cross
If one day you find that some of your old parents’ habits are no longer habits, like when they no longer want to take a bath every day;
If one day you find that they no longer like to go out ……
Please pay more attention to them, give them timely health checkups, and take more time to see them. Take time to see them; observe more, they will most likely not take the initiative to say they are not feeling well, but will cover it up, not wanting you to see it, not wanting to cause you trouble;
Please treat your parents well, don’t do things you will regret, and don’t wait until they are gone before you know how to cherish them.
If one day the two people who gave birth to you and raised you are gone, there will be no one in this world who will love you unreservedly.
When you go back to the memories of your parents, you may only be left with tears and a broken heart.
Go home often when you have nothing to do, they just need you to come home, don’t spend all your time on entertainment, remember, the bar is not home.
Don’t let your parents’ eyes look through and not see you.
If the two people who gave birth to you are gone, there will be no one left in the world who will treat you with no distractions.
So don’t break your parents’ hearts, give them more joy in their lifetime, don’t say you don’t have time, don’t say you are busy at work.
Know that there is only one dad and one mom, and you can find another one if you don’t have a job, or even a new one if you don’t have a heart ……
But where can you find your parents if you don’t have them?
There are things that we can’t know when we are young. When we know it we are no longer young.
Some things in the world can be made up, and some things can never be made up ……
Hurry up and do your filial duty for your parents.
Maybe it’s a mansion, maybe it’s a brick and mortar.
Maybe it’s a wild goose across the ocean, or a phone call close at hand.
Maybe it’s a table of seafood, maybe it’s an ordinary meal.
Maybe it’s a flowery and luxurious dress or a pair of clean cloth shoes.
Maybe it’s tens of thousands of dollars, maybe it’s just a coin with body heat …… but on the scale of filial piety, they are equal in value.
Live well, treat your parents well, and if one day both of them are gone, then we won’t have any regrets because we have done what we should have done while they were alive.
When your parents are here, there is still a place to come in life.
When your parents are gone, there is only a way back to life.