Eyes
9:42 AM
I don't know exactly what I am looking for.
Though I wish I had a best friend or a group of good friends, something really simple you know.
Thus I took a deeper look and I realized that my wish list is really like an overfilled burrito, juicing. I hate to admit it but I am always comparing myself to others.
Though I wish I had a best friend or a group of good friends, something really simple you know.
Thus I took a deeper look and I realized that my wish list is really like an overfilled burrito, juicing. I hate to admit it but I am always comparing myself to others.
You see those parents who make Vine with their kids and you iz, "Why aren't my parents cool like that?"
And wait a minute, look at this guy on IG, he gets to be in the same photo with all these good looking peeps, must feel so right to hang out with such a crowd. #egotrip
Everywhere I turn, talented people. I mean I wish I looked like them, dressed like them, was acknowledged by them. Discontentment.
"Why can't I be like that? But I want." #whining
Would I be happier if I did though?
Then, as suggested by Paul, I started to keep a record of my own inventory.
Friends. Checked.
Family. Checked.
Home. Checked.
Job. Checked.
Health. Checked.
Hobbies. Checked.
Food on the table. Checked.
Still breathing. Checked.
Family. Checked.
Home. Checked.
Job. Checked.
Health. Checked.
Hobbies. Checked.
Food on the table. Checked.
Still breathing. Checked.
What more do I need?
Oh I know. I need better stewardship over what I already have.
