Normally, in this journal, I rant. I complain, distress, worry, and yell. I do not generally celebrate holidays - they hold little meaning to me, and I do not generally notice their passing unless someone points it out to me -- but I am now wondering, in this case, what I might be thankful for, should I attempt to inverse my usual habits here.

I am thankful for Star Trek, certainly. It is a very pleasant escape, and I quite cherish my ability to watch and read so much variation on one set of characters, especially one with a certain character that I relate to so completely. It makes me quite content.

I am thankful for history, historians, and all books on the subject, because it is a truly, truly fascinating thing, and the world would be quite barren without it.

I am thankful for science, for the ability to understand, to calculate, and to never be more than 99% certain of anything.

I am thankful for books, and for movies, and fiction in all of its forms.

I am thankful for my mind, that it is not more distressed than it already is - "it could be worse", and I am very thankful that it is not; as well, I am thankful for my ability to think, and to comprehend, and for sentience.

I am thankful for paper, pencil, and the concept of drawing.

I am thankful for quiet, and solitude. I am thankful for calm, and meditation, and peace; I am thankful for my ability to suppress, that it is not so bad as it could be, that I am as calm as I am. I am thankful for the pleasant silence that I currently enjoy. I am thankful for the beauty that is the worn wooden and white concrete containers of mossy plants outside of my window right now.

I am thankful for life, no matter how horrid it may be.