Giving Thanks

There's a lot that we all take for granted in our day to day lives.
Last night I was sitting in my living room listening to JS Bach's Goldberg Variations, sipping a lovely Grenache Shiraz and reading, and it hit me as it does from time to time - I am very lucky.
But who or what to thank in this instance? Being an atheist, I don't look skyward and heap praise, instead I look inward and reflect.
I'm lucky that I live in a country where I am not in danger for what I do or do not believe.
I'm lucky that I live in a modern age where so many things are accomplished with so little effort.
I'm lucky that I am able to use my senses to experience the world around me.
I'm lucky that I have my health.
I'm lucky that I have a partner who loves me despite my numerous flaws.
I'm lucky that I have a home to go to at the end of the day.
I'm lucky that I have a job.
But perhaps most importantly, I'm lucky that I realize all of these things are the results of chance and not the result of prayer.
So who to thank? My ancestors who gave me the ability to appreciate music and food and the scent of summer rain. And what to thank? The genes that made their way into a couple of gametes nearly 4 decades ago.
It's not holy. It makes sense.


Bitch pleeze.