Your life's not shitty. Your attitude towards it, might be though.
No matter how catastrophic you think your day to day is, no matter how broke or unfortunate you think your circumstances are, you more than likely live in a place you can call home. Personal bubbles where we have the luxury of feeling vulnerable and yet still safe.
We have food everywhere we turn, in cabinets, in big metal boxes that astonishingly sustain their cold temps so we can eat cheese without dying, there's food in bookstores, gas stations, hanging off of trees, there's warmth emanating from our walls when we push a button, we wear clothes that protect us, that someone else made for us, hung neatly in little rooms created just for them to hang in so they don't get wrinkled, clean hospitals tending to our every ailment, cafes and restaurants with people serving you, making you food and bringing it to you, forests to walk through and wax poetically about, transportation of any type, to fly or bus or whisk us away to anywhere our curiosity wants to childishly explore, we have computers that fit in our little hands that provide us with an infinite stream of global information, inspiration and entertainment, we visit friends, just because we have free time, we go to parties, simply because we want to indulge in more happiness, we casually walk through parks because there's no land mines, trail-run with our dogs to get exercise because we have jobs where we don't have to build structures for our own survival, or live in areas where we're running out of fear for our lives, we have loving friends and generosity everywhere we look- just because we were born in the right place, with so much just magically aligning for us as a result of that happenstance. The disparity between one life and the next is tragically unfair and pretty random. Most of us, in spite of our daily mini, or even macro dramas, are gifted beyond measure.
We have a lot.
Pay it forward whenever you can.
We have a lot.
Pay it forward whenever you can.
