“The evil which infects the immense goodness of
existence does not embody itself in the fact that men are weary of woes and
oppressions. It embodies itself in the shameful fact that they are often weary
of joys and weary of generosities. Poetry,
the highest form of literature, has here its immortal function; it is engaged
continually in a desperate and divine battle against things being taken for
granted. A fierce sense of the value
of things lies at the heart of
literature.” - G. K.Chesterton
This week does not stand
out to be anything above average, and it could easily be depicted as an
unsuitably dressed golfer trying to make a shot, but coming in contact with the
ball three times out of ten. If I wanted to be especially cynical, I could see every week like this. Highs and
lows, missed shots, the best of the better things.
I’ve never played golf
(mini golf?) so I could be as misguided as the wearer of crocs and skinny
jeans, but imagine a light breeze, entering just as the golfer swings back his
club. He makes the shot as the winds guide the ball into the hole. It changes
everything – the unexciting sport becomes a celebration of unexpected success.
The value in smacking a ball across fields of fake grass becomes unquestionable, and suddenly wearing
salmon polo shirt has meaning.
All I’m saying is that thankfulness changes everything, and a
small change is maybe all we need to refashion our lives. A posture of
gratitude gives value to what we have, and when I look around, there are so
many valuable things in my life. Things worth thanking Him for.
- mads
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