Sometimes people don’t understand how happy they are! They eat their pain and repeat in their heads again and again the worst things that had happened with them. They complain that they don’t have anything, only because they don’t have everything.
Why we do so? Why we just cannot be grateful for the things that we have? Why we just cannot be grateful for life that was granted to us? Why we make our lives so complicated?
My friend had recently retailed me the conversation that she had heard in the bus. It was between the little boy and his mother. He told her: ‘I have a father, a mother, two grandmothers, and a grandfather. I am so rich…’