Sometimes I think to myself that even if I lost an arm, or a leg, or lost my sense of sight, that I would at least still be alive, that I would at least still be interact with the world and people around me.

How my life, even though handicapped, could still interact with the people around me. How I would appreciate that.

I still have my sight. I still have my arms, my legs.

Yet I don't feel that appreciation.

Like being ill and thinking how you're going to be so grateful when you're healthy again.

I'm healthy now.
But I'm ungrateful.