In this list, I want to be as specific as I could. After I’ve already considered the obvious contenders to the list of things we ought to give thanks for (i.e. loved ones), I now delve into the small details of the world that stick with me. A lot of lists are about things that you ought to do before your time runs out in this world–places to see, movies to watch, food to eat. But that’s just like collecting a set of experiences that, if undone, will mean that you have led a pretty boring life. While it’s true that what we do makes us who we are, it’s also interesting to look into the self and just kind of sit still and be aware of what’s happening–I think that’s enough to appreciate our own existence.
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