Paradoxically, many times throughout the day I will just sit there and inhale the air and feel blessed that my parents fucked and popped me out. Just to experience life is so completely wondrous it blows my freaking mind. I cannot even epistemologically do it justice. I am thankful as all hell to just be able to experience my 5 senses. Also, when I start thinking about this shit, it makes all the problems in the world seem ridiculously petty.