Grabbing my stomach, I bent over and leaned my left arm against the sink for support. With my right hand, I gripped onto the doorknob tightly, wondering if I would make it back to my room. I could barely move. Should I just pass out on the bathroom floor?
With heavy eyes looking up at the mirror, a pale face stared back at me. Oh god, the colors have faded away. My cheeks wasn’t the natural, rosy pink it was a while ago. My lips were just as pale as my face (as if I wasn’t already pale compared to my friends).
I turned the knob and swung the door behind me as I made my way to my room. I fell onto the hard bed, rolled to my side, and brought my legs to my chest. Cold sweat ran down my temple; the room was cold but my body was burning. I reached for the blanket and covered myself. Too hot. I kicked it away. Too cold.
Tears welled up in my eyes as the sharp pain continued. I groaned. “Is this it? Is this how it’s going to end?”
(hours later)
“I thought I was going to die.”
“I’m sorry we have to go through this. But that’s life. We go through all the pain. That’s why the men go through paying the bills and shit, along with being a gentleman, because we’re going through shit to bear children for them in the future.”
You know, in a way I’m glad my life isn’t “perfect.” To someone else, it probably is. If everyday was “perfect,” if I was always satisfied, life would be boring and I would learn nothing. Pain, hurt, dissatisfaction—they’re part of life’s ingredient. It’s what makes you human. I could be miserable for a week and one thing could brighten it up. I’ll appreciate it more.
Stop complaining about what you don’t have and start being thankful and appreciative for what you do have.
I recently watched a video of a sixteen year old girl who cursed her mom out on TV and in front of her school because her mom got her the wrong car for her birthday and gave it to her on the wrong day. Seriously? Btch, at least you get a car. “She doesn’t want that car? Fine, lets run her over with it.” Exactly what I thought.
If you’re spoiled and always wishing for more and more, you’re just going to slide down the pyramid. You will learn nothing. Go ahead and throw a hissy fit.
Those who work hard even through the worse times, learn to be satisfied with the reward they earned. Those are the people who are strong. “Good things come to those who wait.” My parents, who worked so hard and experienced a tough childhood/life, all they ask for is for my brother and I to get good grades; they’re happy with food on the table, money to get them by, and our family to be healthy. But there are just some people who ask for more and more.
I was spoiled as a child. I always got what I want. I was blind and never saw how hard my parents worked. But now, I learned to appreciate every single thing I have. I don’t take them for granted. “Want a new ipod? Yours is broken, right?” Yes, I still have the same ipod from five years ago and yes, it isn’t in perfect condition, but it still works. “Want a Mac for your class?” Yes, my current laptop would overheat and shut off, prone to viruses, but it still works.
Even though I’m your child, I don’t want your money unless I really need it. Your hard work (along with our economy) taught me to save what I have for when I really need it. Well, of course I’ll go off and buy stuff once in a while, I’m not going to lie.
You don’t have to agree with me. I just wanted to get that off my chest.
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