This piece was originally published in Exiles, a collection of essays I publish twice-monthly. I had several subscribers suggest I publish it here on the blog, as well, and decided it was probably worth sharing. More about Exiles here, if you’re curious.
I’m fortunate to live in a time where my brand of weird is not just acceptable, but celebrated.
I’m fortunate to have access to tools and resources that allow me to pick up new skills, glean new knowledge, and experience new things at a pace limited only by my level of interest and time invested.
I’m fortunate to be surrounded by people who’re inspirational and who impress the hell out of me, which makes me want to keep exploring, growing, and becoming an ever-better version of myself.
I’m fortunate to have been born into a wonderful family, in a developed country, and with a collection of attributes that, though imperfect, have allowed me to pursue both happiness and perspective, even when the latter conflicts with the former.
I’m fortunate to have dreams, the desire to make them manifest, and the ability to do so.
I’m fortunate to understand the value of context, and the ability to find and comprehend it when making decisions and judgements.
I’m fortunate to make a living doing work I’m proud of, without feeling anchored to a given career path or industry.
I’m fortunate to have accumulated an audience of amazing people who stoke my drive to learn and share and understand on a greater level every day.
I’m fortunate to have had the experiences I’ve had, both negative and positive, and to have benefitted from the lessons latent in each.
I’m fortunate to live in a time of great upheaval and uncertainty, and to thrive under such conditions.
I’m fortunate to be alive, and to be at a point in my life where, should it end prematurely, I can go out with a smile.
I’m a very fortunate guy, and I feel fortunate to be able to recognize that fact.