A random question from a random feed. To which I give a snapshot answer: I’m thankful for having a job, health, and freedom.
I’m grateful to have a challenging job. Which I often tell myself I hate because it has a high rate of failure, the infrastructure is not enabling, and there are just too many whirlwinds. But it’s not boring. Besides, where I am right now, the present, is the best place to be:
“Be happy in the moment, that’s enough. Each moment is all we need, not more.”
Mother Teresa (1910-1997)
I have always known I would never be without a job. But, this can’t be said of many, including people I know who are better talented, better trained, better connected. I’m not brilliant. I have a poor memory and my experience is thin. But, maybe talent and experience are overrated. In fact, too much of a good thing might be a disadvantage.
A guy I know, let’s call him Garfield: from a rich and powerful family, well educated, postgraduate degrees, led a research team at a university, and now jobless, spends his days on FB. He was given a simple job until about last year, but his employers asked him to take a “medical” leave, but are NOT calling him back. If you can do FB, work with numbers, and yet take numerous breaks, you must be unemployable by choice. Others, much more disadvantaged, work.
Garfield’s lazy. Pity’s not an appropriate response to that.
I am thankful that I still have strength in my limbs. When they disappear will I still be thankful? I might spend my last few years in bed, with tubes running in and out, not remembering the names of my friends. I might thank Death some day, but it’s pointless to look forward to it:
This is our big mistake: to think we look forward to death. Most of death is already gone. Whatever time has passed is owned by death.
Seneca ((4 B.C. – A.D. 65)
But long before that, I will be thanking Wisdom.
Wisdom. I’m thankful just for the present chance of exercising whatever powers I have. An above average IQ, skills and knowledge of a PhD, guitar skills, and the ability to snatch 125 lb. Had I been born with less, I’d still be thankful. A small cup filled to the brim is as thankful as a big cup filled to the brim.
Even the most talented sometimes regret why they aren’t more talented. That’s no way to be grateful. The point about talent is:
Talent alone won’t make you a success. Neither will being in the right place at the right time, unless you are ready. The most important question is: ‘Are your ready?’
Johnny Carson
If you think you’re successful, then you know you were ready. You can help others with that knowledge.
Who to help? First of all, time, resources, and energy are limited; we can’t help everyone. But it’s not a question of helping those who deserve to be helped. It’s a question of helping whoever is beside you.
Once upon a time, a young man was walking along a beach, and he found hundreds of starfish washed on the shore. Feeling a love for nature, he picked up one starfish and threw it back to the ocean. Then strolling along, he picked up another and did the same. A young boy watches him and asks:
“What are you doing?”
“I’m saving the starfish.”
“But there are hundreds of them! How can you save them all? What does it matter?”
“Well,” said the young man, “It matters to this little guy,” and then throws the starfish at the boy’s face.
If the world were truly random, then every unredeemed starfish could sing a lullaby to itself “That’s just how the wheel turns.” But if destiny were real, I would understand if an unsaved starfish would resent whoever controlled Fate. I think that God rules Fate and that events are not as random as they appear. But that’s no reason to resent God.
This is why. A soul is not “meant to be this, or that“, but to “be“. When God creates a soul, He creates it unique. It has a unique body, a unique set of potentials, and a unique future. What is that future? He sends that soul out like a simple coin, for it to return to Him at a higher value at the end of its life on earth. In that return to God lies the soul’s reason for being, its fulfillment.
And so, the fellow who lives in the slums, who has no opportunities, a quadriplegic who is orphaned and depends only on an abusive relative: it is not their unfortunate state that defines them. A gold coin is not less gold if muddied. What defines them is their drive to return to their Creator in a better state, which may be more or less difficult, but never impossible. Even for a brain-damaged person who cannot make choices like we do. God I think gives them value in a mysterious way. What we see more often, though, is that the handicapped and underprivileged help others around them to desire to become better.

That desire is love. Love determines what we choose, choice determines what we become. Choice is like minting a coin to give it value. We go from bum to brilliant because of choices. Or, if we choose to kill, our soul takes the form of a murderer. At his death, the person will see what years of minting have done to the coin that is his soul.
Then he will know if the coin was a fake.
How do you know a coin is fake? Desire and disgust, the two sides of the coin we call love: check for consistency. When one says he loves God, and worships the Devil, that’s a fake. God meant that coins should return to Him not only at higher value but also genuine, and He will reject it otherwise.
The beauty of it all is that the coin and its consequences, for better or worse, are truly ours. Our choices, our accountabilities: OURS. No one is so poor he does not have that.
So, the last thing I’ll be thankful for today is freedom.
(Q.C. 230530)














