Yesterday was Thanksgiving, my first ever. It’s a very meaningful holiday in the United States, and there’s no doubt about that. The power of Thanksgiving means reuniting people with the intention of explicitly acknowledging that which makes life wonderful for them. An interesting exercise, wouldn’t you say? I appreciate the idea of taking some time to reflect upon the things we are thankful for. Even though this should be a daily activity, sometimes we get so caught up in our mundane troubles that we forget to recognize that which truly matters.

Thanksgiving is about refocusing, calibrating, and reevaluating our existence, our footsteps in the sand. So little time, so much noise, so many forks in the road… It is all too easy to lose track of who we are and where we are going. I applaud the spirit of Thanksgiving for reminding us to take a step back and look at ourselves in the mirror. What do you see?

If this scares you, then you are doing it right. If you are not scared of your answers, then you are not asking the right questions.

Even though the answers might terrify you, you are not alone. This is the reason why the family reunites and Thanksgiving is a deeply social experience. Sharing what we are grateful for speaks volumes about ourselves.

I had only seen Thanksgiving on films. This time, a dear friend welcomed me into her family’s home. I felt a warmth stories are written about. I was very grateful for being able to share in this lovely experience.

It was at her family’s home that I looked in the mirror myself. I have recently felt an overwhelming nostalgia for the people who have been in my life. Whether they be in Monterrey, Mexico City, Washington DC, New York, Sydney, or wherever their story has taken them, I miss them dearly. Perhaps what scares me is the underlying feeling of not being with them again. I was thinking that I would be very grateful to life if I had the chance to see them once more.

But I was looking at the nostalgia in the wrong perspective. Nostalgia for a person is not the pain of never seeing him or her again. Nostalgia is a wise emotion that allows us to know that we have crossed paths with a grand teacher. I am grateful to life and the universe for allowing me to have shared time and space with amazing people, even if the last time we said goodbye we did not know that was the case.

May we meet again, or not. Thank you, nostalgia.

I saw this bike next to the Chicago River. "Jaqueline ~25 forever~ 'You belong among the wildflowers'"

I saw this bike next to the Chicago River. “Jaqueline ~25 forever~ ‘You belong among the wildflowers'”

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