I propose a new holiday. No bullshit nationalist mythology. Just a random harvest season day allocated to taking the time to look back and explicitly be aware of the things you’re happy for in the past year. Without feeling guilty for any of it, as society so often likes to imply we should to make us suffering and exploitation tolerant.
- I’m happy that I survived the year without losing any loved ones. Or suffering any great harm otherwise.
- I’m happy the Orwellian nightmare I’m living under has mostly failed to catch sight of me. Like Frodo behind the rock, the great eye swept by for another year.
- I’m grateful for all the learning and cognitive evolution I’ve been allowed to get over the past year.
- I’m grateful for the life upgrades I’ve been able to make. And for the bad habits I’ve been able to reduce.
- I’m glad to see people waking up gradually to things that previously I felt totally alone in my awareness of.
- I’m grateful for all the kind words and deeds aimed at me from the heart, great and small.
- I’m grateful for the emergence of a new mental life plan that has given me a renewed sense of optimism in the face of this catastrophe.
- I’m grateful that even one person other than me read this.
