“It could be worse”

For the longest time, I hated hearing people tell me "It could be worse," or even go so far as to compare their woes to mine; as if every minute difference of our worlds changed the personal weight those woes bore on our souls. Even early on I understood the complexity of perception in the social reality of humans, yet it wasn't enough to grasp the core purpose for those words, those comparisons. Be grateful for what you have.

Seems simple enough, right? Yeah, sure, easy as getting a burger in a driver-thru... until you have to wait for it, and suddendly that convienence isn't convienent anymore; it's time consuming and you're compelled to complain (or huff maybe.) Meanwhile, someone in the same town or city is probably searching for scrapes to eat, out of the garbage. Every time we complain about something, or let ourselves get irritated, we're forgetting to be grateful. 

Having been someone who not only didn't know how to spell it, but certainly didn't even feel grateful enough to be alive, I realizedit takes a lot of strength to truly live a life of gratitude. Not a phyisical strength, but a mental one.

Think about it.

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