All England was enamored with the mind of London-born Gilbert Keith Chesterton. Until his death in 1936 Britishers were treated to his poetry, public speaking, fiction, plays and newspaper columns.
One of G.K.’s most intriguing sayings is “I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought …”
Does this happen to you? That pesky, adult noisemaker on your nightstand rattles your early morning reverie. In slow-mo you unfold to rise and face another day. You split the curtains with a flourish, gaze out at dawn’s first light and gush, “Good morning, God!”
Or do you drag your sleep-deprived frame to the sink, pry open your sticky eyelids, take one gander at your fuzzy reflection and moan, “Good God, it’s morning.”
Someone has just kept you safe and alive overnight and is on the verge of gifting you with enough heartbeats and breaths to live another twenty-four. Maybe a word of thanks is in order.
How many “thank you’s” can you give away today? They’re free but so highly valued.
For the gift of your time to read and ponder this, thank you.