I am grateful for the richness of experiences enjoyed by the human condition.

The catalogue includes things nobody would choose. Grief, humiliation, the specific dread of waiting on test results. Being human is not a highlight reel, and pretending otherwise makes the gratitude thin.

What's genuinely remarkable is the range. The same creature that can be flattened by a phone call can also be undone, an hour later, by a child mispronouncing a word. The capacity for one is the capacity for the other. You don't get the second by amputating the first.

If something moved you this week — in either direction — that's the equipment working, not failing.