As I looked in the oven I was overwhelmed with the aroma of a delectable an savory dish that could only be described as yum. I thought to myself that maybe I should put on my raincoat as to keep the drool from soiling my clothes.
That is when It dawned on me the way the pilgrims used to do it had a lot of similarities. How the Indians taught them to use an electric range. How they used to cook some of the meager dishes the night before, and how they used triptophan as a sedative so that they would sleep through the day only to be awakened by the sound of Christmas shoppers early in the morning.
But then I began to think to myself have we lost the true tradition of the holiday. It is not about eating till you burst. It is not about putting up with annoying relatives. Nor is it about ushering the beginning of a holiday season which usually ends in financial disarray.
No it is about coming to a place where we can look around us and be grateful that we are alive and happy even when the latter does not seem to be. When you sit down to that thanksgiving meal, I want you to look at the turkey on the table and think to yourself, " I have it far better than this guy." After all we are not raised and fattened to be a traditional holiday meal are we?
This holds true to the thankful heart that we must carry with us all throughout the year. It is important to remember that where we are is not who we are, and who we are is not dictated by what we have. Happiness can never be acquired it has to be savored throughout ones life to truly know it exists in whatever state you are in...
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