Celebrating our Survival

Celebrating our Survival
I am not celebrating his death, I am celebrating our survival. I’m celebrating the ones that try. Survival is savagely satisfying. Each day is a blessing. Within each of us burns the desire to survive; given to us by our ancestors spanning 15-20K generations of hard work.
Through cold, rainy, hungry days. Through dry, thirsty, and sun burned days. Some weeks and months, suffering even more, through child birth, sickness, and broken bones.
For 330K years our ancestors slogged. Each and every one of us have this strength within us. Our family, our friends, our neighbors and even our enemies. The next time we have the luxury of being in a public place and glancing at thousands more of our kind, think about this. Celebrate this. We are all awesome. We are the best if the best, forged in suffering and the will to survive.
They fought their asses off to get my daughter and me here. I don’t take the responsibility lightly.
Placing human values on mother nature is peculiarly human. She does not have feelings. He decided that the game didn’t apply to him and he lost. I wish his descendants 20K more generations of success.
In a statement, his wife writes, “Johnny loved life and everyone he knew with his whole heart. We ask you to remember we are a family mourning an unbearable loss. Use this as a reminder to continue practicing social distancing and keep each other safe.”
We can debate about what ought to be, but stupidity *is* a death sentence. It always has been and always will be. It’s the natural order of things. Stay hungry, stay alert, stay safe.

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