You cannot be grateful without possessing a past. That’s why we have to train children to say “thank-you” like they mean it. As I age, the past widens and accumulates, thereby yielding more clearly demarcated areas of gratitude. Things like hot fudge and thunderstorms and a friend’s voice on the phone become objects of deep-marrow thanks. Nothing is wasted. This is a sign of getting old.

3 thoughts on “gratitude

  1. It seems a sin to waste a day without looking around me and seeing the wonders that are everywhere. Nor do I deny the pain, evils, or dangers. There is little point in denying. But gratitude for many things, large and small increases.

    Thank you for this post.

  2. This is also my experience. 🙂 All the familiar species of life are now my old, old, friends.

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