There’s something special that we all take for granted a little too often.
It seems trite, but the best ideas are always obvious.
There will never be a single person like you.
Nobody in history has seen, heard, or felt the things you have.
Nobody in the next hundred billion years will get to experience what you have over the last few years; unless they’re playing a video game of your life.
And even then, they wouldn’t be able to recreate the smell of your dorm room at University perfectly.
We take our uniqueness for granted but the life you’ve lived and will live are thoroughly special.
You’re something special. Your story is worth telling.
And don’t you forget it.
It doesn’t take a historian to tell you that we’re living through history.
But let me tell you anyway: they are not joking when they say these are “unprecedented times.”
And it’s not even just history. I’ve read over 100 science fiction books to prep for the future and not one of them mentioned this. Not one.
Life will never be the same. A whole generation of babies will view the world differently. And we’re probably all going to have PTSD or mysophobia. Or both.
And yet here you are at the end of another week. Another day closer to the end of this madness. Still here. Still smiling. Still living through it all and not doing badly either.
Just making history, as you do.
The travesty of many religions is their claim that miracles are rare and supernatural. That’s an absurdity designed to make you join their club.
Miracles are everywhere. We’re just not looking for them. A wise bloke once said something about this:
“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
People get worked up about whether Einstein said this (I doubt it) or what he meant by a miracle, but they’re missing the point.
The odds of you being alive are basically zero (1 in 10 x 2,685,000).
So it’s a goddamn miracle that you’re even reading this at all.