About Gratitude and Space Heaters
Sometimes it’s hard not to be completely blown away by the fact that people are even here. On Earth, I mean. Or wherever else people might be. I’m not one for setting limits.
It occurred to me on the walk home from work tonight. The wind was up a bit, the temperature down around 5 or 10 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s maybe a half mile back to my place. I about froze my bollocks off.
People are tough. And people back in the day, don’t even get me started. How in the name of Zeus did folks manage to survive a century ago, two centuries ago?
Astounding. Living to the age of forty in Ohio in the 1800’s is more impressive than literally anything a person can do in our current time.
Bring on the magic. All the miracles of modern science. The next mind-altering technology.
Crap. I scoff. I balk. Not really… But in comparison, I think, really. It’s crazy how crazy awesome people are, their tenacity, the will to survive and make a life. It’s crazy how soft I am, and what feeble thanks I give to those that came before me.
Because if they call it a day, I’m never born.
So thanks, you tough dead bastards. I am forever in your debt, forever awed by your ingenuity and strength. Know that there is a guy typing words right now with a space heater aimed directly at his ass who is grateful.
Cheers. See you after.