I am aware of my great fortune.
I do not contrast my life with others to be filled with gratitude. What I have fills me with wonder.
I look up, sometimes I see a roof, with which I am satisfied. Sometimes I see the sky, which also makes me content.
I wash my hands and that feels so much better than dirty hands. I cup them for a drink, fearless, my water is clean.
I have clothes, mostly I find them aesthetically pleasing, but always I find them useful in protecting my body and my modesty. Continue reading