The Ledger of Attention
The mind's ledger is grotesquely unbalanced: every slight weighs heavy whilst blessings dissolve like morning mist. We are meticulous accountants of suffering, yet careless stewards of joy. What if happiness requires not the absence of problems, but the conscious cultivation of attention to what flourishes alongside them? The very neural architecture that kept our ancestors alive now imprisons us in a prison of perpetual dissatisfaction.
True contentment emerges not from eliminating negativity's pull, but from training equal devotion to life's quiet graces. Joy uncounted becomes joy unlived.