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?