Possession is a ruse and entitlement is a fallacy. Therefore, I am left with the singular fact that everything is a gift. And if I have one gift to give in exchange for these many gifts, maybe it’s the commitment to treat everything in like manner.

Spring never looks at what the previous year has left it to work with. For you see, the issue is not the amount that’s left. The issue is the privilege to have any amount.

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

It’s not about some principled debate as to whether I should focus on what I have, or on what I don’t have. Rather, it’s about being thankful that I have the privilege to enjoy the former, and the opportunity to contemplate the latter.

If I have never had, or worse yet, I have lost the conviction that life (despite all of the blows it wields and the savagery that it spawns) is nonetheless an incalculable privilege, I will have in that single loss forfeited the whole of my life and effectively wiped out any hope that I can or will do anything other than exist.

Death reminds us that life is a temporary privilege, not an endless right.

Freedom is viewed as a ‘right’ to those who don’t yet understand that everything is a ‘privilege.

To judge someone is to say that I have the right to define who they are, verses understanding that God has handed me the priceless privilege of discovering who they are.

If I am to cherish anything to the fullest I must humbly embrace it as an undeserved ‘privilege,’ for to nonchalantly handle anything as other than a ‘privilege’ is to handle things of immense value and in the holding be entirely oblivious to what I’m holding.