Tell me stories of children in poorly developed countries and how they keep drinking that water from the well because its the only one they have and 'murky' was normal until someone pointed out it wasn't. Or the families in villages who live on bare necessities, scrimping and saving to have food enough for one, but shared by five.

We could never completely list down the things that we should be grateful for. There'll never be enough paper, and never enough time. It is endless and thus, impossible.