I’ve spoken to a number
of people recently who have articulated to me in different ways the same conviction:
that they wish they’d been more grateful for certain things before the
pandemic. That there were things they’d taken for granted that they promised
themselves they would never take for granted again. And my reaction to all of
that is… complicated. In some ways it isn’t. I think gratitude is a wonderful
thing, of course. It’s an act of justice towards God, the giver of all good things,
and towards people of good will who when they cooperate with God’s generosity. Being
grateful for what we have can keep us from being proud over what we have, or
jealous of what others have, and can make it easier to be generous with what we
have. The reason that my reaction to
this impulse is complicated isn’t that I think gratitude is unimportant, and
more that I know how hard it is.