My arms are too fat. I wish they were more trim and muscular. My hair is too unruly. I wish it was more silky and manageable. I wish I could have parked closer to the event! My legs are tired of walking! I wish I had a different job, a bigger house, more money, more food, more, more, more.
STOP!
Smell your roses.
Someone out there wishes they had arms. That woman wishes chemo hadn't taken her hair... and her strength. The young girl bound to a wheelchair wishes she could feel her legs at all. That father, he wishes..he wishes he had any job to feed his children. And the homeless family wishes they had a home.
There is nothing wrong with working towards goals, but let's not take our blessings for granted.
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