Week LXXVIII
Gratefulness. How many times can one write about gratefulness without appearing redundand? As I sit in my chair in my office I feel grateful for everything that I am. For everything I have learnt. For all the art I have admired. For all the friends that I have. The office and the streets outside are particularly quiet. I can hear a bird singing. I wish I could recognise what kind of bird it is just from its singing. I am humbled by the fact that there will forever be many more things that I ignore than things that I know—potentially infinitely many more. But I am also grateful for knowing that.
