How to be happy by practicing gratitude
I am lucky. I am in good health, I have a job, a roof over my head, a bed where I can sleep, enough food in the fridge and a loving and caring family. And so is my friend Cristina. She also has a dog that adores her. She lives in a beautiful house, in a leafy area of the most beautiful town in the world, Rome (sorry, I am from Rome myself, I cannot think otherwise). Nevertheless, when we often chat over the phone, a recurrent phrase from her side pops up in the conversation.