I felt like a snob when I look at everyone who worries about surviving and getting enough food and making enough to last you the day. I have everything, and yet I complain about the things I don’t have.

I learned that giving people things can give you more happiness then we you get things. To serve and not be served.

I wonder that people who live lives of poverty, and worry, complain about the things that we have. I wonder if they ever look at us and wonder why we complain, because we have everything. I sometimes wonder why I complain.

I wish the world wasn’t like this

If I could change one thing it would be myself, and the way I look at the world