my first agnostic Thanksgiving
It is Thursday,
the twenty-third of November .
It is Thanksgiving .
It is that time of the year when everyone is to give thanks, but few people really do . This year, I will . But oh G-d, it is hard because there are so many more things I can think of that I am not thankful for . I'll try though . I'll put on my thinking cap, and I'll think think think . Like Pooh Bear . Think think think thank thank thank ..
I am thankful : for clocks. for air conditioning. for chocolate. for Wite-Out. for having been blessed: with my fast metabolism; with my intelligence; with my many abilities, even if everyone else is too preoccupies to appreciate, or even notice, them; with my memory and my imagination. for our new silverware. for those traditions that always remain the same year-in and year-out, so that even when the world is a terrible mess, I will always have something to hold onto. for those people: who wave back; who smile and say hello; who remember my name, and say it; who do not forget to notice me. for music! for bubble gum. for rice. for quality television. for quality literature. for my parents, for having made me possible. for contributions, from viewers like you. for photography. for the seventeen smart people in the world. for VFD, where the world is quiet. for color. for beautiful horizons. for the lack of utopia. for playing cards. for Monopoly. for dominoes. for my wonderful eight-month-old nephew Carter, whom I love simply because he has done nothing wrong. for Isabella. for having experienced so many feelings that my mind mixes them up. for confusion. for every second I can never get back. for every minute, every chance I can never relive. for every hour. and ironically, for every regret in my plethora. for false hope. for pure thought, wherever it is. for being so in touch with my dreams. for my subconscious. and for the Great Unknown.
I am thankful : for clocks. for air conditioning. for chocolate. for Wite-Out. for having been blessed: with my fast metabolism; with my intelligence; with my many abilities, even if everyone else is too preoccupies to appreciate, or even notice, them; with my memory and my imagination. for our new silverware. for those traditions that always remain the same year-in and year-out, so that even when the world is a terrible mess, I will always have something to hold onto. for those people: who wave back; who smile and say hello; who remember my name, and say it; who do not forget to notice me. for music! for bubble gum. for rice. for quality television. for quality literature. for my parents, for having made me possible. for contributions, from viewers like you. for photography. for the seventeen smart people in the world. for VFD, where the world is quiet. for color. for beautiful horizons. for the lack of utopia. for playing cards. for Monopoly. for dominoes. for my wonderful eight-month-old nephew Carter, whom I love simply because he has done nothing wrong. for Isabella. for having experienced so many feelings that my mind mixes them up. for confusion. for every second I can never get back. for every minute, every chance I can never relive. for every hour. and ironically, for every regret in my plethora. for false hope. for pure thought, wherever it is. for being so in touch with my dreams. for my subconscious. and for the Great Unknown.
but most of all, I am thankful for Ravla.
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