How does a person, specifically this person, the person writing this, cultivate gratitude? It seems to be the secret to everything. A lack of gratitude for anything can turn it to ashes, and an abundance of said can turn anything to gold.

Often times I’ll hear people complain about things utterly outside of our ability to control. Usually they’re things that would indeed be very nice if they were different, but they aren’t. If wishes were fishes...is a common response to such a sentiment.

It always makes me think:
well, I’m not upset that I can’t fly. Obviously I wish I could fly, it would be fantastic if I could fly, but I can’t, and I’m not losing any sleep over the fact that I can’t fly. So, why am I losing sleep over other things I can’t do or don’t have or might not have?  

And why can’t I feel about things that I do possess or enjoy, the way I might the sudden appearance of wings? 

Something to work on.