it's not hard to find joy in the smallest things around me- the color of a thursday evening sky, the sound of birds at 5am, the way grass feels on my bare feet. but at the same time, i often find myself taking too many things for granted. lately this has felt especially true. on any given day, i could sigh with frustration at my own boredom and dissatisfaction that the life i'm living isn't what i wished it could be, without thinking about how much i truly have. i am grateful for the privileges i've been given from food and shelter, a supportive family, a college education, and so on. i'm also grateful for how much i've grown over the last five years. on days when i am more patient, i can recognize that even when i'm upset, i'm still able to acknowledge the validity of my feelings and how i've begun to analyze the world around me with more understanding. my frustrations are often a sign of growth- that i know my own worth and what i'm deserving of, but also of wrongs i'm motivated to help change. in the end i'm not always ready to take a step back and think everything through, but amidst it all i think i'll always be proud of every step forward.
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