My story, as a comic strip

Lotus exhausted in front of his screen at the office; Lotus surrounded by self-help books.

Lotus curled up in the dark with brambles around him; Lotus puzzled by the word « gratitude » in a book.

Lotus losing his temper at a coworker; Lotus shrinking under his boss

Lotus pushing away a friend trying to help at a café; Lotus furious at a driver on the street.

Lotus sleepless in bed at 3 a.m.; Lotus at the window, defeated, in a gray rain.

Lotus discovers a book in a bookshop; Lotus devours the book in bed.

Lotus reads the word « gratitude » for the umpteenth time; Lotus, hesitant, picks up a pen to write.

Lotus forcing his very first line of gratitude; Lotus persevering day after day.

Lotus stops short on the street, realising his life has shifted; Lotus writing peacefully on his sofa.

Lotus responding calmly to his coworker; Lotus truly listening to his friend at the café.

Lotus writing with joy, flowers blooming in his notebook; Lotus sharing his story by message.

Lotus receiving criticism from his boss without collapsing; Lotus gently waving at a driver in a rush.

Lotus watching his dark past dissolve into petals; Lotus levitating, surrounded by flowers, in a luminous garden.

Lotus, hands at his heart, thanking gratitude itself; Lotus holding his notebook out toward you, an invitation.