Privileged...

 

I doubt myself. More than frequently, but not about whether I closed the doors or are the windows closed, but whether I am worth it. Am I worth this life I have; which is everything I have, had I did not have it then neither could I think this but other’s thoughts wouldn’t let this one thought alone be in my mind.

I would wonder, am I grateful for my vision, without which, this keyboard might just be a button board for me and all those beautiful trees and plants, just darkness. How will I be able to describe the view of something? Do I even appreciate it enough? When I write a bibliography to a project, shouldn’t I be thanking my vision so that I could see what I was writing?

Then I can hear these beautiful songs, chirps of birds, but I yet keep complaining of honks of cars. Am I being ungrateful? Many just cannot hear, and they simply cannot hear anything. And anything is a wide term. They cannot hear those jokes or the sound of giggles or anything. Though I always seem to complain about silence, I would never want to be shunned out. 

And more than anything, I can move. I can walk, I can laugh, I can move my fingers enough to type these words. Had I been paralyzed, how would I express myself and get myself heard in the larger world? But as I type and vibe to the music, I never think that I should be thankful to my body that I can move. More than ever?

I can think right. My body is in my control. My heart beats properly. And now I doubt have ever appreciated them enough.

Yes, I am privileged. We all are. We have a lot to appreciate between us, but we tend to ignore it.

Thank you