Thanksgiving

Today, instead of thinking of everything you're grateful for, I want you to pay a little mind to the anomaly of existence. I have an expression that I like: "to FEEL the anomaly of existence is to be infinitely grateful".

In the vast observable universe of 200 billion galaxies, at least one of them spiraled out at least one G2 star (of 300 billion other stars) that was able to somehow sustain life on one of its’ planets for a few billion years. Long enough for a race of primates to become domesticated and have Escalades, the Internet, and delicious birds.

It's easy for us to get lost in whatever BS life throws our way. The reality is, your privilege to experience life is mostly a stroke of cosmic luck. If you can feel this, you become completely grateful for everything in your life, good AND bad. You also become aware that the only reality is this moment right here and now. In this infinite moment - that we somehow gained the privilege to experience - there is no measure to our power and potential. There is no possible measure to what we can or can't do, as we are given the choice: The choice between fearing tomorrow/yesterday, or experiencing love in this moment right now.

Happy Thanksgiving bitches.