My head says, “Hey, you should really say thank you for that.” And then… I don’t. Soon enough, the moment passes, and now it will be awkward to even say it. And this count of unspoken thank-yous keeps growing, outnumbering the ones I’ve actually said.
When someone goes out of their way to help me with something, it’s a big deal for me—sometimes even life-changing. But they don’t even know how much it means because I haven’t properly thanked them. And every now and then, that little memory pops up, and I feel the weight of regret. Not a huge, earth-shattering sadness, but a quiet one that lingers longer than expected.
It makes me wonder if they ever felt it too, on the other side. Did they expect a thank-you from me? Did I make them feel unappreciated? I don’t know, and that’s the thing, right? When we leave things unsaid, we leave room for assumptions.
But if I start today with a simple message or a quick call. It might feel strange at first, but it would lift some of that weight for me and them. It’s just about acknowledging the good stuff, the kindness that comes my way and stays with me.
Chaitanya's Weblog 