How else do you fight the thoughts
Of your life being ‘not enough’?
When your mind fixates
On the things you do not have
And magnifies your sense of inadequacy
It turns you in on yourself
Spurring you to spend your days
Playing catch-up to no end.
Counting your blessings
One by one
Isn’t cheesey
It isn’t an exercise in vanity
Or a hack for momentary happiness.
No.
Counting blessings
Is an act of resistance
An exercise in hope
A leap of faith.
You can spend your days
Insatiably lusting after what you don’t have
Or you can develop the kind of heart
That can savor the good things
Already within reach.
On counting your blessings
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