Last night I took my volunteer sisterto dinner at a pizza place. This is no ordinary pizza place. This pizza place has a train running throughout that brings your drinks to you table. It's lots of fun. The background behind each fake window is a picture of a different landscape. We were in the mountains. Then the train comes chuggin chuggin by and toots when it brings your root beer. I like it! We spent the rest of the time watching Sponge Bob and stuffing our faces with mushroom pizza.
Every morning on my way to work I pass homeless people laying on the streets or huddling together trying to stay warm now that the weather's changed. And sometimes it makes me feel really guilty. My life is so blessed. I have food, shelter, love...everything. And still I am not satisfied. I still want more to be happier. (Not more things, really...just change.) And it makes me feel terrible. Is there something wrong with striving to be better? Should we all just be satisfied with what we have? Maybe.
Or maybe this is just a helpful reminder that while you strive to better yourself or improve your situation, you should be grateful for what you already have.