Age? Health? Good fortune? Whatever the reason, I’ve come to see life this way: there’s no greater wealth than this moment, this breath, and this body. In that light, there can be only one goal, one challenge, one mission worth pursuing: to make what remains of it an act of giving, while wishing absolutely nothing for myself. Call it impossible. Call it a prayer. And though I may forget, or stumble, or fall short, I can think of no better way to express my gratitude. It’s as simple as peeling the next onion, folding the laundry, or watering the plants — perhaps even as simple as writing this.
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