The Right Kind Of Gratitude

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Someone posted on FB “What are you grateful for?” - And I had just woken up. I saw some ridiculous comments by some people I know. It’s sad that no one understands what I’m talking about. Sad for you. Not sad for me. I already know these things. I don’t speak for my benefit, you see? The real question is “What is the right kind of gratitude?” Why must I be grateful?

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The Right Kind Of Gratitude

Someone posted on FB “What are you grateful for?” - And I had just woken up. I saw some ridiculous comments by some people I know. It’s sad that no one understands what I’m talking about. Sad for you. Not sad for me. I already know these things. I don’t speak for my benefit, you see?

The real question is “What is the right kind of gratitude?” Why must I be grateful? What is the psychological underpinning of gratefulness? Is it natural or something imagined up by “thought?”

To me, there can never be any question of gratitude. It doesn’t exist. It’s not real. It is something created by the master for the slave. It is deeply embedded in our king/peasant mentality, the god/human mentality, the one who has,, and the one who does not have and when he attains he must pay gratitude? Why? What is the cause of it? What is the reason for it?

The question of gratitude is a question of love, and for the person who loves one and not another, there is sorrow.

If you are grateful to one thing, and not to another, there is deep and profound sorrow. The sorrow which we brush under the rug because we simply do not want to deal with it. So we learn to gratify. And we learn to pay gratitude.

The question of gratitude is the question of love, and for the man or woman who loves one and not another, there is the deepest sorrow, the most profound pain. Platitude, you might say. Ah, but it is a reality.

And love is like a flower which gives its fragrance to every passer-by whether he be from here or there, of this color or that color, of this particular type or that. The flower gives its fragrance to all, and if you are wise you will breathe that fragrance, bask in it, rejoice in it, live in it, exist in it, and die in it.

From the love which is small, which divides, with conflicts, which entangles, which is corruptible, you reach to that ecstatic and transcendental love which does not entangle, which does not divide, which does not conflict, a love which is incorruptible.

Only in that pure and true love can there ever be gratitude. But if you love one human being and not another, there is no love, therefore there is no gratitude.

The gratitude, the right kind, if there is one, is for the force of life. If you are grateful in your love for everyone, you learn from your friends, your enemies y our servants, your masters, from the man who works the fields, to the man who cleans the gutters to the man who runs billion dollar companies. You learn from them all, this dance of life. And when you are deeply and truly in love with all existence, you are loyal to all existence, to everyone, to every man and to every woman, to every child, to every plant and animal around you, you learn from them all, and then there can be no gratitude for this thing or that thing. There is no longer the disgusting division in the mind.

You see, is it much move lovely and loving, much more peaceful, much more tranquil, serene, calm, to love everyone alike. To really hold each and every thing in existence in your heart, and not to be indifferent to any one particular individual or a thing.

When you have such undivided love for every single particle in this field of existence, you are incorruptible. Your love is incorruptible. When you have such an unbounded love, you learn from everything that moves and everything that remains still. You learn from every particle, from everything moving, and non-moving, from everything transient and small, to the eternal and the Universally big.

But if you love only one thing, and if your love is divided, you will begin to suffocate yourself. Because then you are neither loving nor learning, you are not rejoicing in life, neither are you living it.

And anything which is not living, is dead. How can something dead be grateful? How can you be grateful for anything if you are dead?

Now, when you examine your life through the lens of true love, does it seem that you are truly grateful for anything? So horribly divided within, picking and choosing whom to give gratitude to, such a conflicted and divided existence, it cannot love, it cannot learn and it cannot give gratitude.

zZ