Perfectly Imperfect

In all my complaining, it came to me: My life is perfect. It's perfectly imperfect, and that's what I love. I have my friends, an amazing family, and a wonderful education. When I think life may "totally suck" and it couldn't "get any worse" I try and think about people who are less fortunate. I have a bed to sleep in at night, a car to get my places, a roof always over my head. I have money to survive on, food to keep me alive, and more love than I know what to do with. The way I see it, everything else I complain about is completely irrelevant. So, if you're reading this, I encourage you to count your blessings, to think of the great things you have going for yourself and to try and help those who may be less fortunate; We all have our own things to deal with, and we are all at different places in our life, but if we can help those who may be less fortunate, thats a better gift than anything you'd ever want. Life is good, and it's only what you make of it. We have once chance at life, so make sure its something worth reflecting on.