It’s incredible that…

We get to read books about spaceships and chimney sweeps and hungry foxes.

We get to learn about whatever we want to for as long as we decide we want to.

We get to be earnest. And flawed. And horny. And spiritual.

We can be struck by lightning.

We get to live in a world where books like Hatchet and Miss Rumphius and Prodigal Summer exist.

We get to have guilty pleasures.

We get to help a stranger reach that can on the top shelf at the grocery store.

We can get tattoos.

We get to eat popcorn.

We get to have bad days. Even extremely bad days.

We get to eat cheeseburgers.

We get to share the same Earth with EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE THAT HAS EVER LIVED ON IT. Our lives are so big.

We get to buy new laptops and start fresh if we want to.

We get to forget what day it is.

We get to mourn.

We get to take out too many books from the library.

We get to be loved.

We get to find five dollars on the ground and buy a fancy coffee with it.

We get to hope.

We get to live in a world where you are one of the people reading this.

I hope you are doing well.