What a privilege to wake up early in the morning. To feel your body drift into conscious existence, like being reborn. To feel the cool air on your face. What a privilege to see a new day.
What a privilege to sweat. To feel your body strain and fight for the next breath. To see the limits of your body. To know that you can change your strength.
What a privilege to have commitments. To know that others depend on you to be on time. To know that you are voluntarily holding a corner of the tapestry of the universe. To know that you would be missed.
What a privilege to be tired. To know that you used your most valuable resource to build something. To know that you can still feel. To know that you are not a machine.
-Arona Primely