Gratitude

I am grateful to be alive. I am grateful for every day I spend swimming through this beautiful atmosphere, a shell-thin layer of breathable gas wrapped around our fragile little planet. I am grateful for the feeling I get when I come out of a tunnel on my motorcycle and the temperature drops ten degrees, like plunging into a cool pool of water. I am grateful for my health and my friends, my family and my career; all of which I take much too much for granted. I am grateful for love and for beauty, and for the ability to recognize them both.

I don't know who I am grateful to for these things, but gratitude is what I feel.

One day they will be gone but I will have had them and the memory will be almost as good; someday the memory, too, will be gone; but then so will I. In the meantime I will try harder to remember this feeling.