Thankful for what I have.
Thankful for what I don't have.
It's oddly at times like this that I feel the most thankful for everything that exists in my life. I'm oppressed by thoughts in my head and crushed by a sense of defeat, and yet there's always that ray of hope.
There's plenty of bad to dwell on, but there's more good that is often forgotten or overlooked. It's taken for granted because we get used to the good. We get complacent. We get used to avoiding things that cause suffering.
The creative process is never easy. What I mean by creative is not in the sense of "thinking outside the box" as many think of creativity, but what I mean to get to is the root of what creative and creativity means, which has the idea of creating or making something (the implication is that creativity comes from either nothing or things that are seemingly unconnected/unrelated things).
So when talking about creativity, it is this idea of forging paths that didn't exist before, connecting ideas that often are overlooked - like a shortcut path that is overgrown with weeds (or creating a new path to a destination). If that is the case, clearing the path and making the connection known and its function understood will take time and it won't always be easy.
When I think of life sometimes, I find it oppressive. What's the point of the things we do? Why is it important? Does it need to be important or have significance? Why does anything matter?
And yet we live on. Perhaps I can ponder such things because I don't have basic worries - everything I need, I have.
The point is, despite the thoughts in my head, there is always something to be thankful for. It perhaps is in these moments, that one truly lives (though the question then becomes "what is living?").
Bah. Things aren't connecting.
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