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The value of appreciation

I’m not the first person to say (and write) about the importance of appreciation. For me, with all the lessons I’ve learned during my life, it’s very urgent to learn how to value and appreciate every little moment.

Everything that is valued remains in my memory forever. The things that are not appreciated; the moments that are overshadowed by fear, by insecurities or that were merely made to reach a goal, is like it didn’t really happen.

In the everyday rush, it is easy to do things mechanically: eat, shower, work, etc. But if these things play such a relevant role in my life why should I do them in a rushed way?

Appreciating every action, those who surround me, the sun, the flowers, the colors, the scents… So many things can be the focus of my attention and my appreciation.

If at all times I keep in mind something to value (yes, because is always possible to do so) I will for sure create more things to value.

I create things that I’m focused on, that being what I’m going to seed through my thoughts, actions and emotions, and what I’m going to harvest in the future (sometimes almost instantly).

The way I deal with my life leads me to a place; I can tread a path of resistance or I can, otherwise, follow a path of appreciation and value.

Ângela Barnabé


Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about self-acceptance. Not in the romanticized way, where I just scratch the surface of the question, but in a deeper way.

In a way that requires a real change, and more important than that, that requires a true responsibility about what happens in my life.

It was always easy for me to blame others for all the situations that I’ve been through. I thought it was a healthy way to deal with things, but soon I figured out I was just procrastinating the true solution to my problems.

The more I blamed others, the worse I felt about myself.

I’ve been thinking about all the anger, hurt and resentment that I feed because people treated me in a certain way when I was the one that created everything.

The way others treated me was different from the way I treated myself? Or was just a reflection of the way I behaved towards me?

How many times I looked in the mirror and hated the image that I saw? How much time did I spend judging and criticizing the way I presented myself to the world?

That is the same treatment I got from the ones that surrounded me.

The ones that were caring, that valued me, were the ones I mistreated and end up keeping away from me. They didn´t support the poor image that I had of myself, and I needed someone that treated me the same way I did.

Today things are different because I´m different. I know that the only thing between me and the Ângela that truly accepts herself is me.

I’m the one that chooses to bring the judgment instead of letting love, acceptance, and gratitude to flow every moment of my life.

Ângela Barnabé

P.s. This is my first english post. Yay!

Lê o artigo original em português aqui!

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