Dear Wigleaf,

Since childhood, I've been encouraged to treat every waking moment as a gift from sources beyond the known. Considering that in the context of 2020 is tough. I feel ungrateful, like a kid who asks his grandma for a gift receipt on his birthday, then after noticing how horrible she feels that her gift wasn't loved, feels horrible himself.

Does treating every moment as a gift require us to enjoy every moment? Maybe not. Maybe the real gift is the feeling of accomplishment through hardship, whatever form that takes. We may not love every gift we've ever received, but as the old saying goes, it's the thought that counts.

Yours truly,

Paul Rousseau