Gratitude
Really thinking about it, gratitude is an abstract object like love or anger. Concretely defining it is a right difficult task, but we all at one point have felt that warmth in our chest, and have heard internal dialogues of gratitude. They are buttery and sweet.
Maybe it’s definition is just that, in it’s barest essence, simply a good feeling. Fleeting, sometimes unkempt. To solidify it into consciousness is a practice more than anything and as addicts, I think we’re pretty familiar with practices.
Yet, as an addict in the trenches, I think it’s difficult to ascertain the feeling part of gratitude. Everyone understands the concept, but without that feeling, it’s hollow and distant. Like reaching for a branch to pull us out of a torrent of shit, but it’s metaphorical bark is slippery with liquor.
The problem with abstract objects is their hard to be actionable. Someone saying “accept and love yourself” is typically great advice, but what does that mean? And how does that work?
I think the practice of gratitude is similar. It takes being in charge of many moving parts, and is a different process for everyone. It takes courage, hope, love and acceptance and all these other abstract concepts to get to that feeling.
I think all of you here are practitioners of the abstract, courageous, hopeful, loving, accepting and grateful.
I’m grateful for this community, my friends, family, and the ability to feel grateful for everything that’s positive in my life. I’m grateful for the courage to change, the ability to accept my past and current circumstances, my hope for the future, and the love I have for myself again.