Ingratitude — pull that thread, and the whole fabric will come undone.
Pain, strife, loss; the birth of our children and my very first poem; all of the sad and glad decisions, and the reasons behind them, unremembered, unfathomed, unknown; embarrassment and fear; compulsiveness and anger; pride, arrogance, guilt, shame — I am grateful for them all. I have learned from each, and am learning still. And so, this I know: it would be illogical, and unhealthy physically and mentally, to feel anything but gratitude for what is happening now, and for whatever happens during the time I might have yet to live. And if this should prove to be my last year, my last month, my last day, or hour, I am grateful for that too.
May 24, 2021
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