I’ve done a lot of complaining in my blog recently and I’ve been stumped for topics in a world full of them. I don’t want to talk about who died this week, or which country is at war or what stupid thing the people in Washington, D.C. are doing. I have opinions but I don’t feel like sharing those. They provide nothing new in a cacophony of opinions.
So I’m going to talk about what I like this week. What I like about my life specifically. It’s not to make me or the reader feel good. I just felt like talking about something different.
I could rattle off a lot of material possessions or fortuitous circumstances that I like. But I don’t wish to praise something in my life that might leave another person feeling insufficient. I am all too aware of the many privileges in my life. And I am all too aware of the lack of those privileges in others’ lives.
Can we discuss what we like about our lives that could be felt universally? Perhaps there is one thing that we can all choose to like because we share that one trait. We are.
If you spend any time in a spiritual or existential quandary, you will eventually grok that the only thing you will ever be certain of, for as long as it is true, is that you exist.
Someone is witnessing and experiencing life. That someone is what you call “Me”. Now what you are witnessing and experiencing is up for debate. But from your point of view, someone is there to take it all in.
What I like about my life is that I am here to witness it. I am here to experience what occurs and that it’s mine to take notice of or mine to ignore. And the more I stay present to life, the more of it there is to observe. I like that.