Making notes in my gratitude journal today, my mind fell on of how strange life is. We go through our days compelled to living in gratitude, yet so many people spend their lives doing the exact opposite. They spend so much time seeking sympathy and complaining about what they don’t have, rather than what they do have. In no means have I perfected the art of gratitude, I’m still a pupil. Somedays I’m at a cross road and find it easier to fall back on the road of self-pity than to move forward into happiness.