Growing up, one of the most irritating ways my grandmother would chastise us when we were sad was saying we should be thankful for what we’ve got. It always felt like a backhanded method to shame and silence, to add guilt to the mix.
But after 2020, I see what she was trying to get at.
It is not that we need to flog ourselves with the guilt of feeling upset because others are much worse off. But that we need to cling to the lifebuoy of truly cherishing what we do have.
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