Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that thankfulness is indeed a virtue.

Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass But still remember what the Lord hath done.

I cannot give thee less, to be called grateful. Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live.

I think sometimes we forget what we have, and occasionally it's important to remind ourselves.

Perhaps it takes a purer faith to praise God for unrealized blessings than for those we once enjoyed or those we enjoy now.