Thank you for having condensed a speck of your matter and energy into the temporary little collection of biomass that I affectionately refer to as “me.”
Thank you for all the other living biomasses too. And the dead ones. Especially the ones I eat.
Thank you for all the hardships and hassles and agonies and injustices and all the other shit you constantly dump on me. Without them, how could I ever appreciate this perfectly pain-free moment that me is experiencing right now as me sips yet another glorious coffee? You’re a clever lot, universe. Me knows your game. Thank you for letting me play it long enough to be able to play it well.