There’s always been something about gratitude that never sat right with me. Logically, it makes sense. Even morally. However, it carries a moralistic, preachy energy.
It may be a past life thing. Of being forced to stay silent in galling situations, but being forced to be grateful for things not being even worse. I sense the vibe of a brutal authority demanding gratitude for not continuing with the brutality, or giving a lesser degree than he could.
Even the word ‘grateful’ grates with me. When I go to write it, my fingers scurry to type greatful. It almost galls me to correct it, because I feel that great-ful is something we should all be striving for.
So when I have a quandary like this, I like to look at the etymology of words.
Gratitude is based on the Latin gratus, meaning pleasing.
It is related to the words, grace, and the Spanish gracias.
My prickly energetic field also picks up ingrate and ingratiate.
There is an implied favour that was given, and needs to be returned.
Gratitude has a hidden power magic. Of subservience, powerlessness. It is not a generative energy.
I believe there are better words to use when desiring to express appreciation.
Appreciation, for example!
The word, appreciation, means to expand, to grow. Like interest.
1650s, “to esteem or value highly,” from Late Latin appretiatus, past participle of appretiare “to set a price to,” from ad “to” (see ad-) + pretium “price” (see price (n.)). Meaning “to rise in value” (intransitive) is by 1789; sense of “be fully conscious of” is by 1833. “Appreciate is to set a just value on; it implies the use of wise judgment or delicate perception” [Century Dictionary]. (www.etymonline.com).
Appreciation for your life and your blessings carries an entire different energy than gratitude for your life and your blessings.
The first feels expansive and participatory, while the second feels tenuous and meek.
As Soul, I know for sure which energy I’d prefer.