You know, it's kinda funny how we complain about something, but the second it's taken away from you and you no longer have it, it feels as if you just lost part of your soul.
I complained about being woken up in the middle of the night by a hungry kitten, but the second he died.... It felt as if I had never been that was in my life. The way he would just look up at me with his eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head, while meowing softly. In that moment, I felt as if my heart just shattered. It felt as if someone had just ripped the word out from under me.
The moral of this story? I guess it's to cherish everything. The big, the small, and everything in between. No matter how annoying something is, I can guarantee that you will miss it in the end when it's gone.
Please, don't ever make the same mistake I did. don't take something so small for granted. Because when it's gone, you'll be left thinking that you could've better. Or that the fact that whatever it is that happened, is all your fault because you didn't do something right. Please, PLEASE, cherish everything. The good, the bad, the big, and the small. Don't ever take something for granted.