Why I like being alive

I was thinking about how nice it is to be alive. Not in the, “Oh, it’s so great to be alive!” But it’s a really quite simple thing to have happening. Here I am in the midst of my being alive.

Sure, sometimes things happen while being alive that I don’t like. But they have a way of passing and changing into something I like, or find interesting. Sure, sometimes that falls away, and it’s replaced by something that sucks. But when I think about it, I like these and other contrasts that happen while being alive.

Because of the change of experiences that happen while being alive, I stay curious and fascinated. I wonder what’s going to happen next. I sometimes I think I know what’s coming up, but I’m often wrong. It’s a lot like reading a good book.

Something else that I’m aware of is that life itself likes to be noticed and wondered about. The basic being aliveness likes that attention. It’s not usually observed. It’s just like me. I likes to be loved. I can feel that love from life at times. It’s essentially satisfying.