The air enters your lungs without asking permission.

Your heart beats sixty thousand times a day for free.

The sun rises though you did nothing to earn it.

Water finds your lips when you’re thirsty.

Sleep comes to rest your mind you never learned to quiet.

Even your sorrows are gifted.

The ache in your chest when someone leaves, the weight of worry pressing on your shoulders.

All of it is given, and none is yours to keep.

Your thoughts arrive like uninvited guests.

Your dreams unfold without your direction.

Your laughter bubbles up from some hidden spring you didn’t dig.

The taste of coffee, the sound of rain, the way sunlight feels warm on your skin.

Every sensation handed to you by a universe that owes you nothing yet gives you everything.

Your very existence is the ultimate gift
wrapped in mystery, delivered to no one who was there to receive it.