Just a reminder for me personally, but lately I’ve been thinking, “Why can’t I be happy?”, wondering where all the joy has gone in my life. But then I realize, I have a bed, clothes, and a home that I belong to. My time has gone into leisurely activities, like swimming and playing instruments. And I’m sitting here, doing absolutely nothing, when there are others even in our own city, constantly thinking how they are going to eat the next day, why people like us won’t do anything to help them most of the time. And it’s a blessing, something I’ve completely ignored like a spoiled little brat, to be comfortable, to have a full belly, and spend my time NOT trying to survive. And I hope others can see it this way too, because I’ve spent too much time thinking I’ve had it bad. Imagine… you actually have the electricity and computer to see this post… not to mention the outlet to plug it into. Thank you God… for the little things.