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🌄 You wake up with pure intention.
🕯️ You light your candle. 💎 You hold your crystal.
🧘‍♀️ You whisper softly:
“Thank you, Universe.”

💫 You are love. You are light. You are infinite potential.
💥 Then you stub your toe on the edge of the bed and yell something that cannot be translated into any known language.

🍵 You walk to the kitchen.
💧 Your tea spills.
🐕 Your dog looks at you with judgment.
🥄 You drop your spoon.
🍞 You burn your toast.

🌬️ You breathe in.
🤔 You try to remember what you were grateful for.
🧠 Something about being alive?
☕ Or maybe it was… having a working kettle?

📥 Then you open your inbox.
😵 Three new problems.
📆 One from the future.

💻 You close your laptop.
🧊 You open your fridge.
👁️‍🗨️ You stare inside like it holds your destiny.

😤 And somehow, through it all…
😬 You still whisper, through gritted teeth:
“Thank you. For… the… growth.”

🍌 Moral?
Gratitude isn’t about pretending everything’s fine.
It’s about saying thanks even when you want to scream into a banana.