"Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden

Here we see a classic tale as old as time, the resentment of a father and the regretful behavior of a son who in his own way did not understand the hardships his father was going through. The undeniable distant relationship between the two, and how it was never mended nor considered until it was too late. A word of gratitude goes a long way, yet in out busy daily lives we forget to exercise the simplest forms of manners. It is but a word, a whisper and yet it is the most difficult thing a human can probably say. Maybe it is because in our minds, saying thanks is a form of accepting that we are not capable of doing things by ourselves, and we find that as a form of weakness, yet nothing can be farther from the truth. For asking for help and actually being grateful is a sign of strength not weakness. The acceptance that you cannot do something alone is an act of pure valor and it should not be diminished as a simple trait of frailty. Learning to appreciate what you have, in the now and present is what would make us live in prosperity and enjoy life to the fullest. Because if we keep looking into the future how are we ever going to enjoy the present?