I've been noticing that I complain a lot in my head. Maybe not explicitly whining and complaining, but contemplating my condition and sympathizing with myself. I always wish it was better, that everything worked out.
But now that I think on it, everything is going perfectly.
Imperfections in my life make me a better person.
I'm not spoiled, arrogant, pompous, and anything else of the sort that I would imagine people with perfect lives to be. Of course, there are always exceptions but I have the sense that had my life been perfect, I would not have been that exception.
So you know what? Thank you God, for not answering every little selfish prayer.
Thank you for wanting to build my character and make me a better person.
Thanks. For everything.
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