being aware of being alive is the gift.
Sooner or later we have to reconcile,
have to embrace,
that we cannot know where the gift comes from—
—even the white elephants.
That is the nature of real gifts.
We can sometimes spend our lives looking
for someone to worship for the gift,
or for someone to blame for the gift,
or even to somehow deny the gift.
The masks we wear can only hide the gift from ourselves.
The gift is how we can tell we are alive.
A live being.
By Charles Buell.