Most of us living in this world are under a constant state of consciousness attack, meaning everything is designed to attract your attention and draw you away from what’s under your very nose. You look around wherever you are at any given time, and what you will see are shells of humans whose minds are somewhere else, or of course, looking down into the matrix vortex of their phone. Living in a state of consciousness is the very thing modernism has helped us avoid.

You could be one of the vast Americans, the only ones I can attest to…who live privileged lives surrounded by grocery stores with amazon on their arm yet broadcasting a constant signal of discontent. They are not bigger better faster more or what they expected they would be. They also can’t see past their face surrounded by others who don’t have a camera to cry into about how nobody liked their post or video or blog or vlog or holy shit people, what the Hell happened. Crying with designer clothes on. Such a privileged bunch of sad people.

I am at a very privileged stage myself but, it was first seen as a gigantic negative, I am alone. I have been alone for a significant amount of time now. My belief system separates me from being able to be in most northland “spiritual” but they really mean religious, communities and my unwillingness to submit in relationship is another, its an old fashion small town with small town beliefs so my aloneness is a privilege, a decision I made. I get to live by myself with out anyone telling me anything about how I do it…PRIVILEGE.

In the forgetting of our privilege (and even the down and out have privilege) is the thumbing of your nose to said universal system that does your care taking, some call God. Doing a little work of perspective may be a better use of thanksgiving than stuffing your face and being grateful for family and friends which yes be grateful for some family and friends, if you have them. But the truth is your gratitude better come from a deeper space than your surface, best to remember where you came from and how far the fall could be.

As I was bemoaning on a specific day about some perceived grievance, I, like many, found myself on my phone and this time down a rabbit hole of middle aged homeless women living out of their cars. I watched video after video of women, showing and explaining, how to make living in your car work as a working professional or student. They have jobs most of them and aren’t drug abusers but women left behind here in America, land of the free and brave, as these ladies have to be, because I cannot imagine living in my car.

Privileged thought number 1…I better never have to live in my car. But as I am reminded by one of the ladies, she’s said she was grateful to have a car to live in, once they breakdown or the repairs out run their “savings’ its starts the next downward spiral. It doesn’t take much to see perspective when you are drowning in a wine glass whining about your life from your bedroom or living room in a house or your house, somewhere out of the cold.

Have to say the entire thing gave me pause. As perspective is bound to do.

We are all on a walk of a being housed in a physical body. Every single body has needs and wants, and even that thought exposes a host of beings on our planet whose journey in a physical body is nearly impossible to bear, or those who experience locked in syndrome. Life is a vast walk of differences on the human plane. The words “keep perspective” needs to be written on walls and tattooed on foreheads. Go walk through a hospital or Drug Ave any city anywhere.

The one thing I think we can all agree on is that someone has it worse, and you will always be doing better than someone and that’s even found in the small act of just waking up, stage one, and then being able to see out your eyes…then move your head and then your body, and then you go pee, make coffee eat breakfast, get where I’m going…

Every step of our lives is a miracle of some kind. Our outward looking eyes often forget it is our brain explaining electrical impulses to your mind for consult. We do not see equally this world nor do we truly “SEE” this world. We are not the top of the food chain nor the most intelligent species, (that’s going to be a virus, wait and see) we are a parasite in many ways.

So if this Thanksgiving has your panties in a twist about your sad world and terrible life and horrible conditions, take a minute or 30 and do some, “I bet somebody is doing worse search”…and then drop to your knees and say thank you, say it often, because the older you get the more the act of getting out of your chair, being in charge of your finances, all of the aspects of the life you take for granted, all could be gone in a heart beat, you, my friend could be gone in heart beat.

It’s a good day, we are both alive and look at that we have brains that can interpret these words, boy what privilege we have.

Happy thankful day