I have written about my shortcomings before. Some are changeable through habit building, others are the hand I am dealt: my genes.
A bad back, a ginger complexion, a scattered brain, a likeliness for heart disease, a love of alcohol to name a few inherited hinderances found in my DNA helix. Sure, changing my habits will help, but the reality is I’ll always sunburn on a bright day and never dunk a basketball.
I don’t’ want to argue evolutionary history here, but let’s say modern homo sapiens started running around 200,000 years ago. If the average Corbin lifespan was 50, that’s 4,000 iterations until I arrived. These numbers are conservative, and even if we cut these numbers in half, we’re still looking at a lot of former Corbin Iterations.
Evolution is black and white. Genes die, or genes survive. Yes, my back hurts and my blood pressure is high, but somehow or another, I have a unique DNA sequence that survived the ultimate test of time. If my genes had lost any of those 4,000 attempts at life, I would NOT be here today. But they won.
I have winning genes!
And so do you.
Be thankful for your winning genes, good & bad. These genes have given you a shot at this fleeting life.
Live it.
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Another piece of writing inspired by my friends Mario Dot To and Nurture Theory. We believe writing makes us better people and we like to call ourselves the Western Writers League, for fun. We’ll get T-Shirts printed eventually.