If everyone tossed their worries into the ocean, they’d all want to fish their own right back out again. – Rhonda Anderson
I should never have a bad day.
Now, I don’t mean that I’m such a great individual that I never deserve to have a bad day (though, I could potentially be persuaded of this). I mean, as my life stands now, I should never be dispirited about existence.
Look at me. I’ve got a room so warm, that even though it’s snowing outside, I’m not wearing a shirt. I have running water. A bathroom indoors. Food at my fingertips—literally there are crumbs on the tips of my fingers from devouring a chocolate chip cookie.
I have a family that loves me. Well, tolerates me. Well, at least admits I’m genetically related to them.
I have consistent electricity. A closetful of clean clothes. The internet! (Yeah, thinking about it, that last one is really all I need.).
I have spare change on my floor. Different floors I can change to. See change that floors me.
I have fingers that move at my command. Technology to talk to anyone anywhere. A cheap watch that accurately keeps time.
There exists such a thing as freshly brewed coffee, long sleeve shirts straight from the dryer, avocados.
I can close my eyes and block out the sun; I can open my curtains and let it tumble in. I can hear music at the press of a button. Can laugh for no reason. Can steal the occasional smile from a cute girl (usually when she’s looking at someone behind me).
I have memories of secret handshakes, empty bottles of wine, stories we promise to tell no one. I have experiences of late night taxi rides, pizza so cheesy I can’t bite through it, slipping on ice and catching myself.
And even though at times I may not have all of these, I may feel lonely or dejected or hopeless, beaten or lost or forgotten, I will always have one thing, the most important thing yet to be mentioned.
A beating heart and a conscious mind.
And until those stop (there’s a pretty girl pickup line somewhere in there), until I cease to intake and inhale, swish those sensations around my mouth, gargle on everything that is life, I will always, always have something to be thankful for.
And when you have that, what else do you really need?
Good one Jake!! Have a fun trip with Zach.
Thanks, Patty! It won’t be for another month (…actually 21 days–wow!), but we’re definitely excited. I’m sure it will provide plenty of blog fodder, too. Which is the real reason we’re going…