Sometimes, I forget that the absence of things is a blessing in itself.
The absence of worry, anxiety, stress, and fear, disappearing in the presence of peace.
The absence of drama among friends, conflict with another person, turmoil in one’s heart towards an enemy.
The absence of hatred, anger, and bitterness, overflowing with love instead.
The absence of heartbreak and of loss, but one of contentment and joy.
These are just a few things I really take for granted.