There will always be hard days. I don’t think what we wish for is only easy days ahead. I think we seek hope, some type of reassurance that it will be okay. It seems we do this through our dying day.

The only, for lack of a better word, remedy that I’ve found for this is gratitude. Graciousness for all that has been and was, for all that is, and for whatever may be, even with the uncertainty of the future looming large.

The mechanism toward acceptance of this life, this reality, is gratitude. Because only with gratitude can we fully be present, which is where all our dreams and effort and yes, tears and sadness, but most importantly, our living, happens.

My appreciation for gratitude, when I’m able to channel it, extends beyond what’s possible to be conveyed in writing. In some absurd way, we are cursed yet blessed beings. Being human is all we know; how good at it can we be, with each other?