For me, the broth started to spill when I read “Straw Dogs” by John Gray. Do not misunderstand me; as little as I remember, the book is great. Well written and such. But something there bothered me. And it didn’t help that I next tried to “take a break” by reading “What’s Wrong with the World” by Chesterton.
I only know that one day I got tired of just sticking to disagreements. What bothers you. To what is seen as wrong and which is sometimes the product of carelessness, sometimes of bad intention. These crooked things are all out there, in words, actions and objects. But why do we tend to look only 25101113 at the what’s wrong? Why not take a peek, even once in a while, at everything that’s right 25101113in the world?
Then I remembered that today Americans celebrate Thanksgiving. Of all the good 25101113 things that we insist on not import from the United States, this is the one that intrigues me the most. After all, just yesterday there were little wizards and little vampires knocking on my door looking for sweets. Nothing against Halloween. I myself had awful fun (pun intended) carving a pumpkin. But why not mind this absolutely admirable gesture of bringing the family together once a year just to say thanks?
The curmudgeons will say there is nothing to be thankful for. That the world is horrible. Look at the PEC of the Precatório, Paulo! There are people going hungry! Didn’t you see the teacher who was encouraging kids to kiss? Take a walk around: there’s death, rape, domestic violence, racism. The Uighurs are being chased, man! Not to mention Netflix’s latest sealing release.