Two simple words: thank you— so light on the tongue, yet heavy with grace. How often do we speak them, we, the entitled wanderers of this world, forgetting that nothing is ever truly owed, only borrowed, briefly, from the gentle hands of chance and mercy.
You can possess everything,yet still hunger for peace. A bed you can buy, but not the sleep that escapes it. A car may sit in your garage, but who promises you’ll drive tomorrow? Everything—everything—is an opportunity, not a guarantee.
So let us say: thank you. Thank you for the failures,for the roads closed not in punishment, but in divine redirection. For disappointments that chiseled us— remoulded our essence in silence, while unseen hands kept us from what would undo us.
Thank you to the teacher, who sowed seeds of wisdom into our young, unsure soil. To the bus driver—yes, doing his duty but still the quiet hero moving us forward. To the inventors of ease, who dared to dream machines into being. Yes, you paid for the phone, but what of the mind that conceived it? Would you still write letters that took weeks, instead of a message that says “I’m on my way”?
Thank you to your colleagues, your staff, your boss—co-authors of your vision. Yes, a salary is given, but they lent their souls to your dream. Thank you to the speaker, the friend, the pastor who held your spirit when it faltered. To the child who made you a parent, to the parent who made you possible. To the author who gave your thoughts a mirror, to the partner who chose you— among 8.22 billion hearts—to do this life together.
Thank you for salvation, Thank you for breath, Thank you for the unseen mercy that lets you wake up each day with one more chance to get it right.
And thank you, yes, you, reading this. What is a stage without an audience? A rehearsal. You make the words matter, You make the voice heard, You give the writer reason to write again.
So tell me, who are you saying thank you to today?
Have you ever broken a bone?
Michael Okunloro | Elevate Your Style 