Your tools, talents, privileges, they aren’t really yours. You may own them, control them, decide what to do with them. But that’s only now. And now’s temporary. Gift, talent, fortune, or chance, whichever you may deem responsible for landing you what you have, it’s not of your making. Neither is your capacity to labour, or have laboured, for these merits. They come from somewhere. Maybe random, maybe mysterious, but somewhere.
Thank this place. Hold it in high regard. Put its gifts to you to good use.