Thanks for the smell of fresh cake in the staircase. That was nice after coming home from a long walk outside. I appreciate that. Even if I didn´t get to eat the cake … it was somebody else in the house baking on this sunday. It was nice and made me feel good for a moment.

That´s how I practise gratitude. By paying attention to small details. Usually gratitude is so mixed up with guilt. People are preaching like that: You can´t have cake so you should be grateful for bread, because other people are starving. You should be gratefule for what you have, because other people are in an even worse situations. F*ck that! That is not the type of tought pattern, I would like to keep going in my life.