At the point that I have confused ‘rights’ with ‘privileges,’ I will have lost both.

I wonder how different life would be if the only thing we demanded of it was the opportunity to give back to it.

We recklessly attempt to disguise our ‘greed’ by dressing it in the garb of other nobler ideals such as ‘rights’ and ‘privileges.’ Yet, if we dare dress ‘greed’ in an authentic sense of thankfulness, greed will suffocate within the folds of that very clothing.

To savor the simple privilege that every day I have a sunrise to bathe in, a storehouse of opportunities to romp through, the thick wrap of relationships to keep me warm, a God who meticulously tends to every detail round about me, and it all costs me not a dime. What madness would keep me from being eternally thankful for all that?

In my desperation, I have finally discovered that the only way that I can begin to fill the gaping hole within me is to be thankful for what’s there, and not angry for what’s not.

Rights’ are ‘privileges,’ and if I am arrogant enough to demand the former without respecting the latter I will lose both.

The assumption of ‘rights’ is the cancer of privilege.

Until I realize that it’s all I gift, I can hold all of it and yet receive none of it.

Life doesn’t owe me. However, it liberally gifts me.