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Gratitude reshapes your brain

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I saw this on instagram and it made sense to me. I am thankful for today. I am thankful for the rain that fell. I am thankful for the doubles that I ate. I am thankful for my cozy corner. I am thankful for God in my life. I am thankful that I am able to write. I am thankful for all the people that have helped me. I am thankful for all the people that have shaped me. I asked my friend Chatty to tell me more about how gratitude reshapes the brain?

He says that gratitude reshapes the brain by strengthening neural pathways tied to positive emotions, calming the stress centers, and promoting chemicals like dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin that improve mood and connection. Over time, this practice shifts your mind’s default setting toward noticing what’s good, building resilience, emotional balance, and a deeper sense of meaning.

I feel like there is always more to be thankful for. I feel the glass is more than half full. I feel like God does not give us more than we can handle. Then after hardship comes ease. I feel like the best attitude to have is an attitude of gratitude. Appreciate the now. Appreciate the big things and the small things. Love the life we have. Money does not buy happiness. There is more to life than material gain. This life is just a moment of time. Years to come none of us alive today will be here. Life is short. Why waste it being sorry and bitter and ungrateful?
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