I woke up at 9:30 AM today. Even though it was Saturday morning, I awoke in a grumpy and lethargic mood. I was irate at the fact that I only got 8 hours of sleep. Homework and project plagued me until 1:00 AM that same day. My frustration compounded as I had to prepare to volunteer at the local library at 10. It seemed that the perfect Saturday morning I had envisioned for myself was unraveling at the seams. It was becoming a “problem.” However, I quickly realized that this “problem” was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. How could I be frustrated by the prospect of volunteering in the morning when there are children who are starving, wars are being waged, and people are dying? It made me realize that those who live blessed lives complain when they shouldn’t, and those who truly live troubled lives are just thankful to be alive for one more day. So the next time gas prices are hiked up, your soup is stale, or your favorite boxer loses a fight, instead of complaining, take a moment to consider those who have to walk miles on end just for a gulp of water, those whose stomachs have forgotten the taste of food, and those who have to fight to survive. They’re the ones who deserve to complain, and yet they don’t. So why do you and I, people who are actually able to read this post, make mountains out of molehills? Consider yourself lucky and look at life with a more positive outlook. You and I are blessed.