Earlier this morning or maybe last night a thought occurred to me that I should be more grateful about my life. After all, I live in a middle class world. I have a job. I don’t need to fret over clean water nor do I need to wonder if the SS will come knocking on my door.
Then the Rubber Tramp Artist posts a blog on Thankful Thursdays.
I am drawn to the bad things in my life, the negative things that have happened to me, events that I believe are geared to trample me, episodes designed to deprived me of worth, to put me in my place in the eyes of others. I ruminate and muse about them consistently, it seems.
I am overwhelmed with the negative and have been for a long time now. I could make a list of that which negatively impacts me and it would be quite long. Yet, if I share it with a stranger most likely that person will have a list just as long if not longer and would most likely consider items on my list as paltry when compared.
A codicil cut in the future by the Man of Gold would compare less to someone who struggles at this present moment. That future cut may never come as there are so many variables that could kill in this moment. Why worry about it. Of course I will make the necessary preparations but why worry about it?
Yet, I do, as the intangibles of his disappointment swirl in my head and slice my worth to the red line.
But, I need to climb out of this hole and focus more on the better things in life, as Blaize Sun suggests. I hope this is a turning point to focus more on the Grateful Things.
Thank you Blaize Sun.