We don’t realize how blessed we are until we understand how much we have.
We focus too much on things that we believe we should have that we take for granted those that we already do.
We go on complaining about not being able to go out, to go where we need to go, to go where we want to go.
But we never considered how others are forced to go out, out there, where it’s not safe.
We can’t go to work, when others don’t have time to rest and have to keep on working.
We get bored of having to eat the same kind of food because we used to be able to go and buy what we craved for.
Others go hungry waiting to be given food packs while some don’t receive any at all.
We say we miss hanging out with friends, and missed the chance of traveling during summer. Others can’t go home to their families, stuck in far away cities,
alone and afraid, not knowing when they would get a chance to go home, definitely not soon.
It’s really hot here but rain will come in a few weeks, then it will be raining for the three months. We complain about mosquitos all the time, when they have locusts in other countries.
I’ve heard people say that they shouldn’t be less miserable just because others have bigger problems. They argue that we should not be concerned about others’ misery.
If we could truly understood what others are going through, maybe, just maybe, we would somehow be grateful that we are in a better situation. Only then, can we appreciate what we have, and what we don’t have.