Lately, and I don't know how, I've been appreciating everything I have. It's not like I gave myself this big lecture on starving families in poor countries, I have just begun to feel a lot of gratitude towards people who give me stuff, whether it just be a hand-me-down top or a €20 note. It's like, it could be so much worse, you know? You could be struggling to buy a loaf of bread in an environment where a euro is worth a million gold Jimmy Choos, but no. You're not. Whenever I complain in my head about the inconveniences of having a dysfunctional iPod with not enough GB and only one camera I immediately mentally slap myself. At least I have the kind of money to buy one. At least I have the sort of relatives who are generous enough to give me that money.
When I look around my small bedroom, with its cream and light green walls, built in bed, wardrobe, bookshelf and desk, barely enough space for a carpet, the multicoloured flower fairy lights softly swaying beside my bed, bird templates scattered around, I smile and I get my cushions and my book and cuddle up in the corner of my bed in which I have made a cosy place to sit and relax, playing music from my stereo. I have come to appreciate my beautiful room so much, and I've done so much to customize it to be a safe place to let out all my frequently-gathered steam. A year ago I would come in and compare it to other's massive bedrooms, maybe holding televisions or walk-in wardrobes and become annoyed, but not anymore. Whenever something happens, I think of how much worse off it could've been.
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My Infinite Oblivion
Randomin which i proclaim my outlook on the world in such a 'ladylike fashion'. thank you, internet.
