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okay. so i was riding in the back of our van this morning on the way to church. i was listening to my ipod, feeling really cute in my new grey sweater and my favorite pair of jeans and i think, "wow, i am so incredibly lucky."
seriously, how many people have this GREAT of a life? i don't mean to flaunt it or whatever, but how often does anyone just sit and think about how lucky they are? i know i rarely do.
think about it... most of us live such comfortable lives. it's true we are sheltered from a lot of the world's problems and even issues facing teens in our area right now, but we are privileged, and we need to cherish it.
so many times i go the computer and write these pointless, complainy little entries. all i do is vent about what is WRONG with my life. what about what is right? what about the fact that i am lucky enough to eat dinner almost every night with a family that loves me? the fact that my dad has a stable job, and can pay for our dinner and home? the fact that three of my grandparents are alive for me to spend time with? one of my grandparents even lives in my neighborhood. when i get to thinking, i feel so dumb. what right do i have to complain at all?
but i feel better. it's really easy to dwell on our misfortunes, no matter how minor they are. it's easy for me to write stupid entries about how my life bites. but who does that benefit? how much truth is there in saying "life hates me"?
it's inevitable that i will write more entries about trivial stuff like boys, grades, stress, or whatnot, but i hope i am the first to remember how wonderful my life is.
seriously, how many people have this GREAT of a life? i don't mean to flaunt it or whatever, but how often does anyone just sit and think about how lucky they are? i know i rarely do.
think about it... most of us live such comfortable lives. it's true we are sheltered from a lot of the world's problems and even issues facing teens in our area right now, but we are privileged, and we need to cherish it.
so many times i go the computer and write these pointless, complainy little entries. all i do is vent about what is WRONG with my life. what about what is right? what about the fact that i am lucky enough to eat dinner almost every night with a family that loves me? the fact that my dad has a stable job, and can pay for our dinner and home? the fact that three of my grandparents are alive for me to spend time with? one of my grandparents even lives in my neighborhood. when i get to thinking, i feel so dumb. what right do i have to complain at all?
but i feel better. it's really easy to dwell on our misfortunes, no matter how minor they are. it's easy for me to write stupid entries about how my life bites. but who does that benefit? how much truth is there in saying "life hates me"?
it's inevitable that i will write more entries about trivial stuff like boys, grades, stress, or whatnot, but i hope i am the first to remember how wonderful my life is.