Hello! Welcome to today’s post that’s actually yesterday’s real post. (You may have seen my non-post post from nearly midnight last night.)
Maybe it was because yesterday was Thanksgiving Day that I woke up in a weird, meditative state this morning and started thinking about the concept of gratitude. Counterintuitively, I wondered, could I be thankful for things in my life that generally cause angst or distress?
I realized that:
1). I’m thankful for my depression, because it reminds me that I can’t guess a person’s struggles. Every stranger is a mystery, and it doesn’t make sense to judge a mystery. It doesn’t make sense to react to a mystery, either, no matter the rudeness or awfulness of it.
2). I’m thankful for my phobia, because it means that I can feel something. I can think of nothing positive about my paralyzing fear of roaches, but I can appreciate that it evokes a pureness of any emotion.
3). I’m thankful for stressful situations, because they force me to practice patience, self-control, and nonchalance.
4). I’m thankful for awkward situations, because they force me into a place of self-scrutiny.
5). I’m thankful for pain, because it heightens the bliss of not being in pain.
6). I’m thankful for cold, because it heightens the bliss of warmth.
7). I’m thankful for bad days, because they make me eager for the next day. Every day is a new day.
8). I’m thankful for the intensely trying or traumatic experiences in my life, because remembering them gives me perspective.
9). I’m thankful for hard times, because I come through them – I hope – as a more understanding person.
I realize that I can choose to see my struggles as positives; they can help me to become a better human out in the world.