Yesterday, I learned a new word: weltschmerz, loosely defined by Patrick Rothfuss as that feeling of despair one feels when the world as it exists is not the world as one wishes it to be.

Now I have a name for it, that feeling…

It’s something I have been feeling (and thinking about) for the past couple years, and more recently, thinking about in conjunction with feeling incredibly grateful for how richly I am actually blessed. It’s an odd combination (contradiction?) of feelings.

Today, more than most days, I try to focus on that gratitude.