We are gods by ancient standards

You see, the great tragedy of the modern world is not that we lack miracles… but that we’ve stopped recognizing them.

We are, quite literally, soaring through the air in great mechanical birds—jetting across the sky at hundreds of miles per hour—sipping hot coffee, browsing memes, and being served. However we complain if the Wi-Fi isn’t working. Think of that. We are gods by ancient standards, and yet, we mutter like peasants with stubbed toes.

There was a time—not long ago—when a journey across the continent would cost you years, perhaps your life, or at the very least, your innocence. You’d arrive a different person entirely. Now? You can leave New York after breakfast and dine in San Francisco before sunset.

But we normalize it. We forget. We fall asleep at the wheel of wonder.

This normalization is not contained to technological advancements, we also normalize relationships, mother nature and life itself.

Gratitude, dear friend, is the great revealer. It is the spiritual squeegee that wipes the fog from the window, allowing us to see—again—the breathtaking mystery of being here at all.

Right now, you’re reading this. Think of all that had to occur for that to be possible. The languages developed. The technology designed. The stars that exploded to create the matter in your brain. The ancestors who survived long enough to produce you. This very moment is the crest of an unfathomable wave of effort, time, chance, and love.

So breathe it in. Let your jaw drop. Let your eyes soften.

It’s all magic. All of it.
And when you remember that—really remember that—complaints seem almost silly.

Gratitude isn’t just polite.
It’s how you wake up to the miracle.

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