I am blessed.

Sometime I feel like I have it hard.

Like my life is the most important and 

my problems are the most massive. 

I can't get the sensationally divine phone or 

I cannot go on a summer trip with my friends. 

But the truth is, I am blessed.

I am blessed with the love of my two parents and 

I am blessed with living comfortably and happily, 

and I am blessed knowing I have a bright future, 

a future that is full of passion and knowledge. 

A multitudinous expanse of human beings cannot say they have that.

It breaks my heart. 

What made me realize this most was a mission trip. 

I saw children begging for clean water, 

unable to attend school because they did not have money for  a uniform.

I saw people with nothing except the clothes on their back. 

So the every time I mope about something that makes my life difficult,

I try to remember. I am blessed.

I try to realize ways to help others out who are less fortunate than I am. 

Because that is my purpose of life.