You woke up today — in a body that breathes without asking, with a heart that’s been beating since before you were born. You have eyes that can witness sunsets, hands that can hold, a voice that can speak truth into the world. You’re made of atoms forged in stars, carrying thoughts no one else has, walking a path that has never existed before you. And we call that “normal.” We scroll past it. Complain through it. Forget what a miracle it is just to be here — to feel, to move, to try again. Nothing is promised. And yet — here you are. Alive.