The more things change, the more they stay the same. I wrote an essay about this concept as a writing prompt in high school, and the sentiment pops into my head every so often. Today is one of those days.
This is becoming a tradition, I guess.
I originally wrote this in 2010 when the world wasn’t as mad as it is today. In light of all that has transpired in the last couple months in the streets of my city and the grounds of my university, and two time zones away in Colorado, I feel compelled to share this again.
My Thanksgiving wish in 2022 remains the same as it did over a decade ago.
More loving, less loathing.
More helping, less hindering.
More giggles, less gloom.
More humility, less hubris.
More friendship, less fighting.
More praise, less pain.
More delight, less disdain.
More glee, less grief.
More smiles, less sadness.
More gratitude, less grousing.
More respect, less ridicule.
More shining, less shunning.
More grace, less grandeur.
More loftiness, less lowliness.
More hugging, less hitting.
More agreement, less agitation.
More compromises, less conflicts.
More affection, less affliction.
More joking, less jeering.
More hope, less hate.
Despite all heartache swirling around us, my heart is full as my sons are both safely home under our roof. And for that, I am grateful.