How lucky are we?

I was having lunch and couldn’t help but shake my head and say out loud “how lucky are we?” We received holiday gifts from friends and neighbours and the most recent one was a tray of freshly baked creamy macaroni. We just ordered pizza  when our neighbour sent us the baked mac tray. The pasta was mega delicious. I actually put it on top of my pizza…and that was when I blurted out my dramatic “how lucky are we?” statement. I know I sound odd, but how often do we feel this sense of overwhelming gratitude? The combination of being healthy, feeling secure, and experiencing such wonderful visceral satiety? Rare, right? There was the temptation to transition into a feeling of guilt (along the lines of not wanting to be to self-serving), but I didn’t. And I’m glad. I know that what I felt was beyond the superficiality of carbohydrate goodness. It was a rare moment of being alive and appreciating existence at that point in time. Oh boy, are we on a bout of pretentious existentialism and whipping up words like sugary frosting? Ooey gooey mixture of things that make sense with additional letters as ornaments. I think it’s appropriate. Happy holidays ☃️🍝