Do I treat what I have with respect? Do I honour it? Do I value it? Am I grateful for it?
Do I treat my job with respect even though I may not like it? Do I treat it as sacred, special and meaningful even though what I do a lot of the time seems trivial and mundane?
Do I respect my home? When I have to clean it, do I complain? Or do I treat it with the upmost of care?
Do I respect my body for the marvellous, intelligent creation it is? Do I treat it as a vessel that is used to bring more love and peace into this world? Or am I filled with feelings of shame and hatred toward my body as if it’s an enemy I cannot trust?
Do I respect my family and friends? Am I kind to strangers? Am I non-judgemental and loving towards those that can get on my nerves easily because I know them so well and they know me so well...those that know when I’m irritated even though I’m pretending to be nice?
Honour, value, treat as worthy and meaningful that which you have in your world. As Frederick Keonig said, "We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have."