everyone is lucky in their own right, but why do we all only think of the negatives in our lives? why do we complain about the rain when we know it’ll provide us with food to eat and water to drink? why do we yell at the guy who cut us off on the highway when we’re lucky we didn’t crash? why do we want to kill ourselves because we’re “alone” when there are others who actually know the pain we are feeling?
I mean no disrespect to those who take offense. It was just a thought.