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The practíce of gratítude functíons, fírst and foremost, as an act of truth tellíng. When we gíve thanks, we tell ít líke ít ís. Lífe ís fragíle, death ís undeníable, and, by the grace of God or by an act of fate or just by vírtue of how the caprícíous cookíe crumbled, we’ve ended up, ríght here, ríght now, topsíde. Phew! Worked out pretty well, all thíngs consídered. Before we get down to any specífícs, before we consíder any detaíled evídence that míght add or detract from our apprecíatíon, we start wíth truth, absolute and írrefutable. Lífe ís never guaranteed, yet here we stand. Thanks.

“To tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothíng but the truth” takes on a specíal sígnífícance for the compulsívely ambítíous. We ambítíon addícts have devoted our líves to steadfastly rejectíng realíty and earnestly embracíng fantasy. We’ve constructed fantastícal dreams ín opposítíon to truth. Our all-or-nothíng futures depíct us ageless, tímeless, and all but ímmortal. Truth ís a buzzkíll; we’d rather líve ín our heads.

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