The problem with gratefulness is that it invariably leads to sadness for me.
Here I am, having coffee while watching cherry blossoms undulate in the wind, and I just feel grateful.
Grateful for the coffee.
The cherry blossoms.
And grateful just to be able to feel grateful.
And thats the part that kills me.
There are millions of people, many millions, as well as other animals all over the world, who are suffering so badly as I type this.
Starving children. Raped women. Migrant farmers. Cows in corporately controlled slaughter houses.
And here I am wondering, “Are those marigolds or cherry blossoms. Is ‘marigold’ even a word or am I making that up? Goddamn, this is good coffee.”
Sadness sets in and lingers like rats on a ship.
Until I remind myself, once again, that it would be doing a greater injustice to those who are suffering if I didn’t allow myself to feel grateful for what I feel grateful for when I can.
How dare I squander the miracle of being a non-sufferer?
So, I allow myself to continue to feel grateful for what I feel grateful for.
And just now, while writing this, I’ve decided to also feel grateful for suffering that ends. If history has shown us anything, it’s that anything can change at any moment.
And from my perspective, it seems as though good prevails.
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