Wednesday, February 3, 2010
We take a lot for granted, don't we? Good health for example. We never bother to think "WOW, I feel great today and I've felt pretty terrific for years. None of my bones are broken. No brain tumor is growing. No cancer/multiple sclerosis/diabetes/serious mental illness, nothing. " Nope. We just go along from day to day taking our health for granted. Then of course something goes wrong and we swear and wave our fists at the heavens demanding to know why me? The way we treat our good health is a metaphor for the way we live our lives. Every day we wake up (which in and of itself is kind of miraculous) and go about our business. Like it was no big thing that we survived another night. Most of us have a roof over our heads and food in the fridge, some form of companionship, human or otherwise. There's no one shooting at our front door (usually). We're not dragged out in the street and taken to some unknown location and beaten senseless by the government. We have clothes to wear, warmth in our homes, friends, family of one kind or another, animal companions, we take trips, fly in airplanes, gamble in Vegas (despite what Obama says) and we get to have sex once in a while. And we take all of this for granted as if it's never going away. But it will go away. It may be hard to fathom this but trust me eventually you will be dust. Dust in the wind. So tomorrow morning when you wake up maybe say thank you that you have one more day. It really is a gift you know.