We don’t like the food we eat,we don’t care for the clothes we wear,we want a newer car or a bigger house,we think we’re fat or not pretty enough. We whine for more money,hate our job. We’re bored,cold,hot,& uncomfy. We wish we were taller,younger,more successful. We want luxuries & abundance. We strive to be rich. We want to be popular. There’s nothing wrong with any of this,but it could be much worse. Today I read about a Youtuber that lost her boyfriend this morning. He died in his bathroom. It seems everyday I read about people dying & other tragic happenings. It makes my problems seem so trivial. I am blessed & I know it,but I still have pity parties.