It’s coming up to the one-year anniversary since I had septic shock and survived because of luck, modern medicine, and a good healthcare system. (It happened when I was close to the main hospital in Norway, and I got there quickly.)
In a recent conversation with my wife, I was about to say: “My life after this feels like a bonus.”
I stopped myself for two reasons: It’s what many people say in those situations, and although it’s true, I also wanted to find something that’s more genuine for me.
What’s more true is that…
All of my life is a bonus.
All of existence is a bonus. How come there is something rather than nothing?
It’s all a miracle.
I cannot take any of it for granted.
The sun, wind, chirps of the sparrows, table, laptop, hands, sounds of traffic in the distance, the neighbor on the phone, a sense of cotton in my head, tiny aches in my hands, feeling a bit overwhelmed about a current project… it’s all a miracle.
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It’s coming up to one year since I had septic shock and survived because of luck, modern medicine, and a good healthcare system. (It happened when I was close to the main hospital in Norway, and I got there quickly.)
In a recent conversation with my wife, I was about to say: My life after this feels like a bonus.
And although it’s true, it’s not completely accurate.
In reality, all of my life is a bonus. All of existence is a bonus.
It’s all a miracle.
I cannot take any of it for granted.