So much has been given to me. Do I deserve it? Have I earned it? I don’t know.
But existence goes on pouring so much over me that to ask for more just seems ugly.
That which I have received, I am grateful for. And the most beautiful thing is that when I am grateful, more and more existing starts pouring over me.
It becomes a circle: the more I get, the more I become grateful; the more I become grateful, the more I get… There is no end to it, it is an infinite process!