I am grateful for the abundance I have.

Somewhere in your kitchen is one of the stranger luxuries in human history, and you have never once felt anything about it. Clean water, at a temperature you choose, in a quantity nobody is monitoring, available on a lever.

Abundance is invisible for exactly that reason. What never runs out stops registering as supply and starts registering as background. The proof is how sharply you notice the hour the water is off, how fast a boring miracle becomes a crisis and then boring again by evening.