The Chess Elf
by Jason Ingolfsland
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The fire roared inside the stone fireplace, dimly lighting the beautifully adorned den with two red chairs, a coffee table, and a thick and soft rug in the middle. An old brown piece of parchment paper stretched and coiled like a snake past the coffee table and underneath the red chair while a medium sized elf, dressed in a brown tunic and evergreen pants, read through a massive list of boys and girls begging Saint Nicholas for toys.
It’s really easy for me to get tunnel vision looking toward the future, toward progress, rather than taking a breath and being in the here and now. How quickly those ambitions turn to greed, and greed unfulfilled only leads to anxiety and fear. That’s not how I want to live my life constantly in fear and agony over my goals.
So for today and for every day I will be thankful for what I have, use the blessings I have to the best of my ability, and spurn greed and anxiety like the plague.
I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving.