Everyone has a choice. They can sit down, look and their lives, and think of how much better things could be, or they can realize how much worse things could be.
I am 22 years old. I officially, as of Friday, have my first full-time job. I have a roof over my head, a car to drive and enough money for groceries.
I love the town I live in. I love that it just held the Northern Appalachian Folk Festival
downtown. I love that I know who my neighbors are, and that they share food from their gardens and bake us pies. I love that the entire community works together to preserve important things–like the drive-in theater that may be doomed as of tomorrow.
My family, though far away, is always there for me.
I have good friends, some here, and some within just an hour, who support me. I have a pet for companionship, and another one that isn’t even mine to hang out with everyday.
I love my job, and the people I work with. I love how fulfilling it is to write something and know that all of the newspaper’s subscribers saw it.
Most importantly, I am happy.
Keep your chin up. Things could be worse.