When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 29
Lay aside your discontent, your envy, and your unhappiness today. Think not on your wealth, your possessions, your station in life, or the lack thereof. Think instead on the love which makes your brief journey here worthwhile: family, friends, life itself.
And smile.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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