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I struggle to get my daughter to realize how much she has, to appreciate it. It's an uphill battle. She almost kind of gets it for a second, and then it wears off. In these moments, something I read in a parenting book often rolls through my head: Why would she appreciate it when she's never known any different?
And I think about myself, and my ability to appreciate. There are some things I just always remember to appreciate, like having a car. I don't know why that's always a BFD for me, but it is, and I am continually grateful.
But on a larger scale, I feel as if it is difficult to appreciate how much more awesome my life is now, compared to how it was. I don't want to spend over much time thinking about the past. It seems to cause angst rather than appreciation. But, I have become intolerant of difficulties.
I guess when things were bad all the time then badness was to be expected. Now that things are mostly good, the bad seems out of place, wrong, and intolerable.
So I'm seeking some perspective, some appreciation, and probably some sleep.
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There is something about yourself that you don't know.
Something that you will deny even exists until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears.
This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are.
"Fear or revere me, but please think I'm special." We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch.
The "hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah." Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy.....Shine on, you crazy diamond. Cos we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
If we knew this, we wouldn't do this. Someone is hiding it from us.
And if you had a second chance, you would ask... Why?
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