No, my name is not Verruca and I get that gratitude is the gateway to happiness. But what if the recent pages of my Grateful Journal are ghostly white?
What if I’ve grown weary of being thankful for running water and flushing toilets?
Yes, I know that out of 7 billion inhabitants on planet earth, I am wealthy in comparison, with clean water freely flowing from my tap. Does it make me a bad person if I take the flow for granted and still want more?