#Thanksgiving

Harvest Thanksgiving is a pretext to praise crops that survived drought and pests, while celebrating one’s own feast table. Farmers forget the smell of sweat and soil as they indulge in inherited rituals and lavish banquets. Yet behind the pageantry lies a structural contradiction of postponing fair compensation to laborers while throwing extravagant feasts. Words of blessing become tools for staging social ceremonies rather than expressing genuine reverence for nature. In the end, leftovers are squandered alongside earth’s bounty, quietly passing the baton of famine to the next year.

An annual gathering where families roast turkeys and simmer their latent guilt. It offers a perfect excuse to drown awkward conversations in mashed potatoes. Expressions of gratitude swiftly turn into fuel for the post-holiday shopping frenzy and vanish as quickly as leftover pie.

Thanksgiving prayer is the ritual performed once a year to loosen the purse strings while thanking the deity and then spend the remaining 364 days blaming others or the system. It generates a paradoxical loop of joy at unexpected blessings immediately followed by piling on further demands. While its language feigns humility, it secretly awaits a transaction of divine favors. It is a modern faith performance where gratitude and self-centeredness dance hand in hand.