"Joy and sorrow are the one indivisible form of this constantly expanding life, which consists in being burst open, that is, of life unfolding in the beginning."
-Adrienne von Speyr
It is 4.30 am on a Friday morning, and I am unwillfully awake. My cat is perched next to me, purring, calm, and content, as per usual. I wonder sometimes whether she feels any negative emotions. My back is sore (my whole body, in fact) and my nose slightly stuffed (still), but I have decided--perhaps in a moment of sleep-deprived euphoria--that today is a day of gratitude.
Gratitude for wonderful parents who have unceasingly been there for me, every step of the way. Gratitude for two amazing siblings who have not only inspired me, but loved and supported me when I needed it the most. Gratitude for an incredible education that has augmented my appreciation of the world, sustained my curiosity, and enriched my knowledge. Gratitude for kind and intelligent friends who have interwoven their experiences with mine. Gratitude for a job that allows me to learn and grow in new ways, as well as sustain myself in a new city. Gratitude for talents that others have encouraged me to cultivate--such as mathematics, music, reading literature--which have added so much beauty and passion to my life.
Gratitude, finally, for a bed to sleep on (I try to never take this for granted), which will provide me with another hour of rest before the official beginning of my day arrives.