Thanksgiving is about giving thanks for what you have, right? So why did they start extending Black Friday into Thanksgiving day? Why do we even have two contradictory concepts right next to each other on the calendar? Talk about irony. I'm not saying that you should feel like a greedy bastard if you go Black Friday shopping right after you said you were thankful for what you have, but that's kind of what it looks like, doesn't it? But I like Black Friday, don't get me wrong. I spent at fifty dollars at Barnes and Nobles and thirteen at Bath & Body works (originally a forty dollar value!) and that felt great. I love stuff. Stuff stuff stuff stuff!
The thing is, sometimes people get a little obsessed with having stuff they want. Think about it, even if we have a stable income, home to sleep in, food to eat, friends and family to bug us and have fun with us, we always want more. When will it end? When will we finally stop wanting more? Honestly, I feel like the cycle will never end. I admit, sometimes I think, "If only I was rich, then I would be satisfied and never ask for anything more." But that's not true, is it? Our stomachs work the same way. We eat, and then a few hours later, we're hungry again.
I guess the point I'm trying to get across is that you don't have to worry about what you don't have because you're never going to be fully satisfied; you're never going to have it all. So you should relish in what you have, especially if you have love. Loving family, love friends, loving wife or husband or girlfriend or boyfriend, because you cannot measure love. Love is priceless. I know it sounds totally cheesy and cliché, but fuck it. If saying that love is priceless and the most valuable part of life is cliché than that's a wonderful cliché because that means many people think the same way. Love is not original, it is universal––that's the way it should be.
So I'm thankful for the existence of love. Without it, I would not have this family with a beautiful home, warm fire, hot tea, home cooked turkey, and pumpkin pie; although we are not blood-related, I've learned that love is thicker than blood by far. Even people related to you by blood may not love you or you don't love them––yeah that sucks, but it's reality. But how do you think a husband and wife become family? Love binds people together. Be thankful for that. And don't forget it.
P.S. I've managed to write eight more pages of my book over this Thanksgiving break. I'm feeling pretty accomplished because I haven't made much progress in a while. Hopefully I'll be done by next year. Hopefully. Emphasis on the hopefully. Wish me luck.