I just read a quote by Marcus Aurelius:
When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
Marcus and I think a lot alike.
Rarely does a night pass that I don’t look up at the stars and think to myself how grateful I am to be a part of this magnificent universe, to have a roof over my head, to be healthy, to enjoy the love of family and friends (and my little mutt).
And in the morning … I follow Marcus’ advice.
I don’t know why I’m here on this planet. I’m just thankful that I am.
I know that one day I’ll leave this place. It’s not a pleasant thing to think about … and I may rage into that good night. But hopefully, I’ll be at peace and remember how wonderful, and what a privilege, it was to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.