Some days I wish my life were a little bit different. I look at it at times and think "why,why do all these bad and stressful things happen to me all the time." I think that if I were in a different life, my life would be different. I am right about that no doubt. But then I look at some lives, lives that are way different. They've grown up in a moldy cardboard box, with no parents,with no food, no... nothing. When you look at them, you can see their ribs coming right out of their skin, from the lack of food they've had. You can see the blisters all over their bodies  from them lying wet on the cold ground. You can see the pain right in their very eyes, yet they never complained about anything. You can see there small fragile bodies as they lie in the streets, dead. Soon you do not see them at all. I then look back at my own life and think how much I actually have and can see. How selfish am I now to think they have it better? Sometimes I do not realize that even though I got issues, there is some one else out there who has a way bigger one. Only that person is way smaller than me.