Sometimes you don't appreciate the good things in life.
So often, we focus on the gloomier things and the things that get us down and the things that we lack and do not have.
But in actual fact we are more often than not blessed and fortunate beyond measure.
Most of us don't have to worry about breakfast tomorrow morning.
Most of us don't have to worry about a proper roof over our heads; it's just always there.
Most of us don't cherish the people around us and take them for granted until something happens and they're gone.
You might say that people born into different parts of the world are in different circumstances so its just your luck; your fate; that you've been born this way.
But how many times have people in dire straits leaned upon their own determination and willpower to pull themselves out of it?
Walking down the lonely sidewalk one evening, the smell of a recent shower still fresh in the air, the sky and mood all around downcast. Sometimes the world has an uncanny way of reminding you to count your blessings.
How true is it then, that we turn to people in times of need and trouble and they will always be there for us. But come happier times we tend to forget the arms that have pulled us through and tided us over those times of crisis.
A single, shining light from a solitary candle is amplified so much more when it stands alone against the darkness: we use it to guide ourselves through and to illuminate our way.
But when the light of the tunnel embraces us in its sunny warmth and we are awash with relief, the candle's significance is all too suddenly diminished and why waste wax when you can just snuff it out?
After all, you have the Sun now. Who needs a candle.
Who, indeed.