We often forget we are physical. Machines, that run on fuel and dispose of fuel- who just happen to be able to contemplate the universe. But firstly, we are animals that are birthed, get sick, get healthy, or die. We're thankful for money, for love, for material, for sensations.
I see people on TV, who have suffered cancer, extreme accident and injury, or disease. Such relief and happiness lives in their voice, like they are constantly at the finish line or winning Who Wants to be a Millionaire. And I think, wow good for them.
I'm just getting over a painful, heart-beat-throbbing-behind-your-eyeballs headache right now-- and this odd gratitude is showing up. In truth, I am just feeling normal right now, but normal feels splendid. I wish it did all the time.
All the time there is something to thank the world for. (Right now, however, I"m sending a special thanks to Excedrin Migraine.)
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