It might seem unfair, but good things in life happen to the most positive, happiest, easy-going people.
We might prefer that good things happen to us because of how hard life has been, or how much we’ve struggled, but it doesn’t work that way.
It makes sense, because the positive, easy-going people are appreciative of everything. They’re so appreciative that they take good things for granted.
Isn’t that bad?
Were told that it’s bad to take things for granted. We think it means the opposite of appreciation and gratitude.
But to grant means to give, bestow, or allow. Taking for granted doesn’t mean being ungrateful, it means:
“to regard (something) as not requiring proof”
In other words, taking for granted is believing without seeing.
Getting it wrong
Sometimes we resent positive, easy-going people for the good things they enjoy. We tell ourselves that we would appreciate good things much more, because we don’t expect them.
Aren’t we therefore more deserving?
But that’s not how it works. God is bestowing good things on all of us, but it’s up to us to accept or allow them.
God makes the rain fall on the fields of the good and the bad alike. Like the parable of the workers in the field, He undeservedly pays the same wage to the late-comers as to those who had worked all day.
When we look askance at those who seem to have good things just fall in their lap, aren’t we like the all-day workers griping at the unfairness of it all, and thereby missing the point about the One who grants us everything?
Taking as given
The good news is that we can change our attitude from one of negativity, struggle, and griping, to one of positivity, expectation, and trust.
After all, each of us has aspects of life where we take good things for granted – take them as given – however small they might seem.
It takes practice to change, but as I meditate I feel the relief of letting go of old stories where I’m struggling and hard-done-by. I begin to feel the tremendous ease of life. I feel that nothing could really be a problem or an obstacle unless I tell a story about it being a problem or an obstacle.
And if I let go of that story, I feel the immense reserves of pure energy quietly beside and within me. Nothing ostentatious or grand, but an ever-fluid ocean of potential, of power.
My only mistake is trying to put up walls in and around that moving presence. The walls of story and belief can’t capture or contain or limit this ocean; all they can do is make me sea-sick and distraught at the effort of holding them together.
As easy as that ocean feels, let me feel that same ease in life. Let me trust that I will float on its currents, and not be dashed to pieces on the rocks. Let me inhabit the breadth and magnitude of it, as I know that it uplifts and sustains us all.