It is easy to forget this.
Not because we are ungrateful, but because comfort slowly becomes invisible.
The bed you rest on.
The water you drink without thinking.
The quiet corner where you sit and breathe.
For someone else, these are not routines.
They are wishes.
We measure our lives by what is missing.
Rarely by what is already holding us together.
There are people who dream of the peace you call boring.
The stability you call ordinary.
The safety you hardly notice anymore.
Gratitude does not mean ignoring pain.
It means seeing the full picture.
The struggle and the blessing, side by side.
When you begin to notice what is present,
your heart softens.
Complaints lose their urgency.
And life feels a little lighter.
Nothing needs to be perfect to be valuable.
Nothing needs to be more to be enough.
Sometimes, all it takes is one honest pause
to realise that what surrounds you today
is something someone else is quietly praying for.
And that awareness alone
changes the way you live.