Count Your Blessings

Count your blessings. I remember my mother saying this. Often.

Count your blessings. I took it literally, then. I counted.

Now I hear it as the hoped for antidote to a form of despair. The kind that comes when mortality knocks with the inner person yet unfulfilled.

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