I have been fortunate enough to only remember being born in this era, an era where I haven't been through any major hardships (having to cram one year's worth of lessons into a week to sit for a final exam is probably the hardest thing I've ever done...) or disappointments.
Some people tell me that life is what you make of it. Sure I'd love to naturally have a photographic memory or be able to speak tens of languages or have enough money to carelessly spend for three generations. I'm sure that's what everyone wants too, or close enough.
I am happy with my the way my life is going at the moment. I don't go to bed every weeknight wondering what hazards are installed for me at work, wake up every weekday wondering what excuse I should give in order to not turn up for work, worry that I might be the one a near full lift rejects or that I'll have to finally hop over to a shelter for meals. I have clothes on my back, a shelter to sleep in, a loving husband and family. Life has been great to me.
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