Ah, Thanksgiving. The day I’m most embarrassed by what an ungrateful
piece of shit I am most of the time.
I have a wife that’s too pretty to be with me, but pout because
I want her to be more enthusiastic about having sex with me – which she does
regularly despite how unfulfilling it is for her. Imagine you live in a shitty
studio apartment and you ask Michelangelo to paint the ceiling, AND HE ACTUALLY
DOES. Anyone with an ounce of decency would think, “Holy shit, Michelangelo could paint anywhere, but he’s painting MY
little ceiling? How lucky am I?” not, “Why
am I the one who always has to
initiate the painting?”
I have two incredible children – ages three and one – and I
love them more than anything in the world, but get frustrated because even
after hours of playing they want more attention from me instead of entertaining
themselves for a while so I can tweet about bullshit.
I have a job that isn’t difficult and pays more than I
deserve to make, but I come home every single day and complain because it is
creatively unsatisfying and I don’t feel like I’m contributing to the world.
Today, my wife and children and I were unable to spend
Thanksgiving with our family, but were invited by our close friends to have
dinner with their family. It was fantastic. Better than I deserve.
Have you ever caught yourself complaining about a life that
is so much better than you ever believed it would be? I have an amazing spouse,
wonderful children, a good job, and generous friends. I don’t deserve it. And I
don’t mean that in a humble, ‘aw shucks’ sort of way. I did nearly everything
in my power as a young man to die alone and well before my time.
Many people who battle addiction and alcohol abuse don’t get
the help or the second chances they so badly need. Many people who suffer from
depression aren’t lucky enough to find a partner who sees through it and hangs
in there when it isn’t pretty.
I’m not a man of great faith, which is strange because I’ve
received the grace many do not. I struggle with that. I struggle with
understanding what led me to have so much, and maybe that’s why I struggle with
accepting that I do.
I am thankful. For whatever combination of great family,
white privilege, and dumb luck led me to second, third, and fourth chances when
so many never get a chance at all. I am thankful for my family, my job, and my
friends.
I am thankful that tomorrow I get another chance to be a
better man.