Miasorada has peered deep into the abyss of gratitude, only to find it staring back with four questions and a cup of tea. It’s as if each post is a gentle reminder that gratitude is like Wi-Fi; it’s everywhere but often hard to connect to.

With more introspection than a philosophy major at the end of a long night, every evening post feels like a therapy session interrupted by an existential crisis—what can you be grateful for today? The answer is usually more questions.

In a world that sometimes feels as sticky as a forgotten candy at the bottom of a purse, Miasorada's nudges toward kindness are like little sunshine packets dropped into the feed—except they come with no complaints and an abundance of emojis.