A fortunate life.

I came across this piece on Ace yesterday about the appalling lack of basic gratitude that we show today for the great fortune of our lives.

Later I look at my wife and remark, “”You can’t win with these people. She doesn’t even like golf, but is angry that she’s the only woman playing. Then, when her company tries to remedy the “problem,” such as it is, she’s mad about that as well.”

My wife says, “I keep saying this to you–the problem is that they are without God. And they’re so busy whining and bitching about what they don’t have or what they’re not getting or what is or isn’t fair that they can’t even see that they have been given MORE than enough.”

We’re all guilty of this sometimes, but for the left it is their defining character.

And the killshot:

No one wants to say, “I am blessed. God has given me more than I deserve.”

What is so hard about this? Why won’t we say it? Why won’t we acknowledge what has been so graciously granted to us? Are we afraid we’ll lose face? Are we afraid we’ll lose moral superiority?

Or perhaps it’s because we’re afraid that this acknowledgement will then require something of us–something greater than we’re giving at the moment.

I thought about this. Because the implications are vast and because it is also true for me, as I am sure that it is true for you. So it’s time for me to say it:

I am blessed.

I have a wonderful life for which I am extremely fortunate. I am married to a beautiful woman who is caring, considerate and graceful. She always has my best interests at heart and sometimes I struggle to return the gift in kind.

I am healthy and whole. I have been blessed with excellent genetics both in mind and body. I still have my hair, (something which my father, bald in his early twenties, is occasionally despondent), and at 46 I am in great physical condition with no recurring injuries or health problems of any kind.

I want for nothing. If I need it within reason I can obtain it. I live in The Netherlands which without doubt is one of the very best places to live in the entire world, and I’ve lived in a few. My neighborhood is safe and has a healthy community. Children play happily in the streets for which I am thankful.

My immediate family and friends are also for the most part blessed with fortunate lives. While there are issues there is nothing which would cause us a great deal of anxiety or stress.

I have a good job which I enjoy doing and my colleagues are almost all the type of people with whom I wouldn’t hesitate to go out and drink a beer with at the end of the day. Work is hard but it is also a joy. I also am fortunate to have an audience of people who appreciate the words that I write and record. They don’t always agree with me and for that I am also fortunate.

I hope that all of you also have fortunate lives.

14 thoughts on “A fortunate life.

  1. Shy Ted

    No, we live in Australia where successive governments of the same old politicians conjure up ways to make our lives more difficult.

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  2. Klaus

    Well said Adam. I don’t wish cancer on you…but boy, that’ll have you appreciating the things you have…
    – you don’t sweat the small stuff
    – you take time to smell the roses*
    – you try to be more patient with people and empathetic…however – if asked for your opinion – you can be more honest.

    Keep up the good work!
    * Here, Aaron Clarey is right on the mark: people, not “stuff” are important.

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  3. kdrevik

    One of the things I try to do every day is write down three things I am grateful for. It serves to make me realize who very fortunate I am.

    I think a lot of people don’t want to admit that it wasn’t just their hard work that got them there. I can be like that.

    Great blog, thanks for writing it. I try and check in every day

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  4. TechieDude

    I’ll second you, Klaus. My whole attitude now is “life is too short for this shit”

    I have a phrase for these kind of people – Perpetual Malcontents. Nothing is good enough, no one is caring enough. Meanwhile, there are real issues at hand they should be paying attention to, and don’t. I probably would have called her madam buzzkill to her face, giving her something to complain about.

    Social media is rife with these types. Worked up into a tizzy, screeching over something they know nothing about, usually to someone that had no part in the matter, and that doesn’t affect them one way or the other.

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    1. TechieDude

      When the conversation takes a turn like that, there’s only entertainment value left.

      “Hey, let’s poke it with a stick (verbally) and see if it gets mad!”

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    2. Phil B

      They are only happy being miserable. It is their only pleasure in life to be a Martyr and display their “suffering”

      I can’t be arsed with the negativity of people like that.

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  5. purge187

    It sounds cliché at this point, but if you live in the collective West, then you have it much better than the vast majority of those who don’t. Three square meals, clean water, clothing and being able to worship God without overt persecution – for now.

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  6. MatrixTransform

    My Grandmother, the wisest person I ever knew.
    When observing the world would often say, “There, but for the grace of God, go I” and usually follow up with “Count yr blessings boy”.

    Her people knew the hardship of a decade of war and economic depression.
    She never let a scrap of food go to waste and could find joy in a simple flower.

    everyday after their struggles (from the 70s onward) she never wanted for a thing except for her old man alive again.

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  7. Chris Stevenson

    something fitting for this discussion, a good prayer of thanksgiving:

    Dear Lord, thank you for giving me the strength and the conviction to complete the task you entrusted to me. Thank you for guiding me straight and true, through the many obstacles in my path. And for keeping me resolute when all around seemed lost. Thank you for your protection and for your many signs along the way. Thank you for any good that I may have done. I’m so sorry about the bad. Thank you for the friend I made. Please watch over her as you watched over me. Thank you for finally allowing me to rest. I’m so very tired. But I go now to my rest in peace knowing that I have done right with my time on this earth. I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith.

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