This is a post about some things I’m thankful for. After all, it’s Thanksgiving.

I’m thankful for my companion of emptiness that is in me always, my desperate thirst for something that makes me feel truly alive, because it’s what drives me to rise and rise and rise, to keep going, and to never stop growing. 

I’m thankful for disappointment, especially now, because it reminds me that getting excited about anything or anyone doesn’t always mean more than ideas.

I’m thankful for the rare times in which I can really connect with another human being, where I could talk nonstop with someone for hours about every aspect of our existence, from religion to childhood to philosophy to entrepreneurship to love, because in those moments, I feel sane. In those moments, I feel connection.

I’m thankful for extraordinary people who show me I’m not the only person who is like me, who give me hope that one day I’ll find a person who can bring balance to my life, that more of them have to exist.

I’m thankful for love, because even though it so often slips away, my passionate search for it makes me know that it when I do find it with another soul, it will be a spectacular explosion of passion, fire, and connection neither could imagine experiencing with another. 

I’m thankful for passion, because it is the fuel that keeps me rising.

I’m thankful for my ambition and my dreams to do extraordinary things because I know they will drive me to live the most alive and  fulfilling life I could possibly live. They make me never settle for anything if it isn’t with what I know to be what my soul is singing for. I know they will prevent the chains of regret from entering my life, and will drive me forward even when I’m down.

I’m thankful for my family, because in making my life chaotic and hellish they have made me resilient, understanding, and happy. Despite the misery they’ve caused me, they are beautiful people who define the concept of love for me.

I’m thankful for my loneliness because it is what created a person with confidence, security, and fulfillment from within. In my isolation, I became an emotional and mental superhuman, and I could never have become who I am without that.

I’m thankful for the hells I’ve been through because they have mixed perfectly to create who I am today, and I love who I am.

I’m thankful to be able to have learned the lessons I have at my young age. I’m so lucky to be able to have the understanding of concepts I have because my entire course of life would be different if I did not know these things. I’m so thankful to have learned how to treat people, to understand the needs of others, and to show love. 

I’m thankful for pain, because I blame pain for almost every good thing about  me. Pain destroyed me, molded me, and strengthened me. Pain is the growth serum. Its influence in my life is constant, and without it, and overcoming it, I would have much less desire to find passion, love, and peace.

I’m thankful for every single thing that has happened, is happening, or will happened, because no matter how good or evil it may be, it is a part of pushing me and every person toward a higher realm of living.

Peace.