I’m thankful that I’m alive in this time.
Every now and again, I’ve been known to complain about the times we live in. I’ve been heard wishing I was born in the 1800s, when freedoms were greater and technology was less distracting. When people knew who their neighbors were and when a man’s honor was more precious than wealth.
But who am I to say times were better then than they are now?
We have many conveniences today that weren’t around in the 1800s. If I was born then, I’d be too busy farming to find much time to play guitar or write songs. And farming life is an exhausting one that leaves little margin for rest. Also, I wouldn’t have the technology to be able to record my music, let alone share it freely with the world.
And I suppose that looking back, there was a lot of corruption and injustice in those days. Brutal murders that were never reckoned. Cold winters were cold, and hot summers were hot, and both were inescapable but for a campfire and a mountain stream.
If it’s a simpler life that I’m yearning for, there’s nothing stopping me from enjoying one today. I have the ability to turn off the electronics, to unplug from the rest of the world, to disappear on a hike in the woods, to throw away the excess clutter and to go cold turkey on the endless consumption addiction. These are all things in my control – All things that can be changed with nothing more than a purposed heart. I can joyously greet strangers and make friends with my neighbors. I can live an honorable life, and in doing so, shine even brighter in the world around me.
Times are dark, but times have always been dark. God has always been good and man has always been wretched. But I’m thankful for my breath today. Thankful for a warm, quiet apartment. Thankful for a growing, loving family. And thankful for all the lessons I’m learning along the way.