Big green cliche

Here's the thing, I'm a complainer. I see something I want, realize I don't have it, and whine about it. I guess you could call me green with envy. Don't people say that?

But in reality, when I think about things, I am so lucky. Not only do I have the close on my back, but if they rip I have money to buy more. I have never worried about when my next meal will be, except for when my mother cooked the fish I don't like. I can walk home at night, and although I may subconsciously hear creaks and howls, I have nothing to fear. I am full, safe, educated, healthy, happy, and without a worry bigger than which friends I will spend senior spring break with.

But the same cannot be said for everyone else. And with all that I know others do not have, It feels greedy to not be satisfied with what I do have. It has become so easy for me to wish for better, instead of loving what I have as the best.

How could I ever complain about anything at all? How could I ever claim to be hungry when I have a pantry, nay two pantries, full of luxuries? How could I ever whine over having to follow a curfew when I have a family here to enforce one for me? How could I ever cry over my parent's diagnoses when I know we have the health insurance to provide her with the best possible options? How could I ever feel dissatisfied with my relationship status when women are being beaten by the people they think love them? How could I ever envy another life when I am here, breathing existence into my own?

Sure, things may feel rough at times, but the reality is I am among the luckiest people in this world. Even without the materialistic things I claim as my own, I have a life. And frankly, that should be enough. How could I ever complain?