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Am I Too Lucky?


Maybe. I have a beautiful wife who loves me, my health, and a fully functioning brain. I’ve survived cancer and sepsis and physically still feel pretty robust.

Whenever I feel as if my life is too good, though, I like to remind myself that it’s running out. Not to bring me down—on the contrary, because focusing on its impermanence makes me feel gratitude.

I mean, if you have a limited amount of time left, then each day is kind of a little miracle, right?