I’m profoundly grateful for many things.
The idea that, to me, is pretty rough, is that there are a lot of debts that can never be repaid.
I can’t ever repay Marcus Aurelius for filling my soul with good things.
I can’t ever repay my children, Jack and Ruby for transforming my charachter.
I can’t ever repay the people I remember fondly, the teachers, the first co-workers.
The clients that supported me and let me get away with murder and indifference.
I can’t repay my parents for doing the best they could.
There are even people that are not in my life (and won’t be) that I owe something to for a kindness shown towards me.
I feel like I’ve got a much richer, better life than I deserve. I feel like I’ve been selfish and gotten away with something to have the life I do.
I don’t know how I got to the point that I’m at. I don’t know why I have a great life.
All i can do is try and be kind, quit delusions, and listen a lot more.
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