I Want To Be Grateful

Why is it so easy to take everything for granted? Why can’t I just appreciate everything I have, everything I worked for, everything my parents worked for, and everyone around me?

Why can’t I see something lying around and say “Wow, I’m glad I have that!” instead of viewing it as an old item cluttering the house.

Why do I see clothes lying around and think “Oh, I hate wearing THAT shirt.” instead of remembering how lucky I am to have enough clothes to treat them as poorly as I do?

Have I become too conditioned to everything I have? Is this human nature? to only appreciate things when they’re new and shiny? Is appreciating every little moment in life an exclusive ability to superhumans? Am I really that shallow and materialistic?

I Want To Appreciate Everything

I want to see old books strewn across my bedroom floor and think “Those were great books.” or “I’m lucky to be able to own books at all.” or even dwell on the fact that I can read at all, or the fact that I can fucking breath, which some people don’t have the luxury of.

I want to wake up in the morning thankful for another day, not praying for the opportunity to snatch a few more minutes of sleep.

I want to feel and enjoy every inhale and exhale, knowing some people can’t breath at all. I want to feel the soreness in my legs and remember how lucky I am to be able to feel and move my legs.

I want to feel cold and think, “I’m lucky to remember what warm feels like.” and vice versa.

Is there a special secret I’m missing out on? One that will help me see my misfortunes as blessings, almost like a pair of x-ray vision goggles? Because if so, I really need these goggles. They would help me see the good in the bad. They would help me experience every moment to the fullest extent possible knowing that I am fortunate for everything I have. They would help me enjoy every possible detail of life, because its easy to take everything for granted and to forget to appreciate the present. Most of all, they would help me remember that tomorrow isn’t promised.