Don’t Wait to Fall Downhill to Start Showing Gratitude

dont wait to fall downhill to start showing gratitude

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Ungrateful Annie moans until her eyelids fall. She lives in a fast paced world where her tantrums run faster than minutes. On the bed, two fake eyelashes open and face the ceiling, as if its crumbling cracks were going to give in. But the plaster isn’t dry to thirst, it won’t absorb selfish Annie‘s tears.

Every 6am, a bedroom and its eyes behind the curtains are shocked by Annie’s fury. Her left arm punches the alarm clock without watching, under orders from the brain that doesn’t want to know that days, weeks, months then years, are all cycling robots.

Each day, on Annie’s left arm the dog licks her wounds. She is annoyed by this display of love. The window lies on the clouds but Annie doesn’t look at the sky, she knows it is grey and at night for her the stars hide.

Each week, she goes to work dressed in black, people at work can tell her grumpy state tolerates no graciousness. That’s why at lunch she eats alone, only unconditionally loving animals can stand her gloom and doom conversation topics without getting indigestion.

Each month, on her way back from work Annie takes the bus, even though stress has slimmed her down, by herself she resists, she fits in a half seat but sits between two seats. One would have to be as sad as Annie’s reclusive energy to befriend a space next to her emptiness.


Annie dislikes having to board public transport. Although she has a car, it is best left on her front porch. She feels terror at the idea of being stuck in traffic since she’s been pulled over by the police for speeding during peak hours.

It was a Friday night, the questions lasted way too long. Annie missed the bingo on television and its handsome presenter because of this incident. The officers were tanning on the motorway, then they dealt with offending natural herbs possessors while waving to salute with respect at people walking out of a chemist with prescribed drugs. After their shift, they went to a bar and drank rounds of liquor until they were thoroughly poisoned.

Still, Annie knows that she was wrong for speeding, however as stubborn as a mule, she blames bad luck and the bingo organisers for not airing the show on Saturday. The program is missed but not the dinner. Annie went in the kitchen with no taste, she made the same meal as last night, last week and last month. She doesn’t vary her meals because she believes that these days, groceries taste of plastic unless they are organic and she won’t buy organic since she doesn’t trust the food labels.

That’s how Annie goes through her years; ungrateful because the bus driver picks up her moods, ungrateful to have a car, a dog and a home, ungrateful to be able to eat organic, ungrateful for nature and it’s fruits. But not for long…


Dressed as a forest, outside forces intervened to bring change by coincidence. One friday evening the run down bus driver took an unplanned turn and broken the brakes as the wheels were sliding fast, downhill. All passengers exited the bus feeling grateful to not have been injured.

Stranded in the middle of the forest, the path and the bus from which they came from disappeared as the night was preparing to say, hi. A dozen passengers, seeking optimism in their beliefs and hope in their prayers. Around them were giant trees and hungry lions roared. The only way out was through the gates of the mind.

Some talked about dinner time to keep going, some wished their dog was there to sniff them out of this mess, some believed in the protective power of nature, and some embraced their frightened inner child as they cried for the comfort of their home and wished they had wings to fly straight into the arms of their mothers. The most adventurous decided to stay and to rename themselves, Mowgli.

Meanwhile, Annie witnessed in agony at the embarrassing scene made of sensitive souls fighting for their lives. She believed that there was no enjoyment and reasons to be grateful for her existence, therefore she wore black thoughts behind her eyes, that’s why from her angle, nothing could ever be seen in bright colors.

Then she fell asleep and woke up alone, away from anything and anyone to criticize. Without mirrors, she only had one reflection to look at and judge, the one within. A much needed challenge for a woman who sees herself above the rest, although she likes to paint her portrait as a victim while consuming a self pity video tape on repeat.

And there she was lost, hiding, in a hole under a rock. Scared, unable to venture into the wildness, eating wild fruits that might be poisonous and wishing the leaves were labelled organic. Frozen, with for sole glimpse of light, the vision of her dog on its way to keep her warm.


Three days later, the forest became a paved road on which the lions were horses. The bus driver reappeared to reveal himself to Annie, as a wizard who reads hearts, moods and minds. His magic challenges the ungrateful until they change. He intervened to save Annie not only from perishing in the forest but more importantly, from herself. Knowing how complicated Annie makes her own and everybody else’s life, he staged the episodes of the bus accident and of the group abandonment, as a lesson called: if you don’t want to help yourself then others won’t see any purpose in rescuing you. If you are not grateful for what you already have then the things to be grateful for won’t find you.


Tough love taught Annie that gratefulness can save a life. The following morning, unconscious in bed at home, Annie woke up, transformed, grateful to be remembering her dream. She looked at the alarm clock, grateful to not have overslept and for the day full of possibilities, yet to be discovered.

She kissed her dog and looked at the sky, grateful to see the sunrise. She made breakfast watching the news and today she didn’t rage in hate at the jobless instead she raged for the starved while she gratefully swallowed a juicy red tomato.

Since Annie saw others consuming their right to happiness with more or less things than she has, she has learned that when we manage to make the best out of what we have, through the heart there is always a way out that can be found. Annie removed the dark colour that was breeding her own misery by only seeing the worst in everything and replaced it with yellow and rainbow colors.


Here are some note about gratitude that the wizard gave to Annie:

Gratitude changes life in positive ways.
Gratitude makes you a happier human being.
Gratitude is associated with satisfaction in life.
Gratitude is a social emotion that bind you to others.

Expressing gratitude increases your self-worth.
Make a list of things you are grateful for everyday.

There is value in everything, even the small things.
Be thankful for everything.