Are We Grateful?

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29 speaks of comparing our lives to those of others.  He writes:

“When in disgrace with fortune and in men’s eyes.
I all alone beweep my outcast state.

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d.

Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least.”

Many of us have fallen into that unfortunate trap of thinking that other’s accomplishments outweigh our own. Certainly, during this season of family gatherings, we may find ourselves sizing others up and mistakenly thinking that they have achieved more than we have in our own lives.

Sometimes, our views may be cloudy and we may need to clean our foggy glasses and take another look. We often only see only what others want us to see. Sure we are happy for their gains and levels of comfort. But, are we seeing clearly?

Have we really sat down and counted up what we have accomplished in our own lives? Have we started by listing those really important items such as health, shelter, prosperity, love and employment? That last phrase alone is more than many people have in their possessions.

From there we can start writing a list of our personal gains and start with those things which we are most proud. Once we put that pen to paper, we write and write and write. We may pause and go on about some other business.

Then we remember some other huge blessing and we go back to add more. Before we know it, we have pages and pages of all of the wonderful things that our diligence and the Universe have brought our way!

Lynn M.
November 27, 2015

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