The value of a sister:
Ask someone who doesn’t have one.
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly divorced couple.
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
The value of one year:
Ask a student who has failed a final exam.
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.
The value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
The value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
The value of one minute:
Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.
The value of one-second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.
The value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
The value of a friend:
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.
Do you ever have those days where everything seems okay, but
something so small like having an extra 5 minute errand to run sets your temper through the roof somehow you know it’s really not? And you can’t figure out why?
For me I’m the type of person who takes a few minutes every day to remember how good I have it. I have a 3+ hour commute, 5 days a week, which gives me more than enough time to be left alone with my thoughts. I know I’m lucky to have a roof over my head (with no rent to pay courtesy of my parents), a job I actually enjoy that allows me to buy all these luxury goods, clothes on my back, family and friends who care about me, and so much more. I even have a handwritten book filled with quotes to remind me how happy/grateful/lovable I should be. Yet even after knowing I should be thankful for all these great things, I have been inching closer and closer to becoming the Grinch.
I’m ashamed of my behavior and although I know it’s wrong of me to be grumpy I can’t help it. For example, my little sister asked me to take her to the store so she could buy herself some snacks to eat during her finals. Completely fine. But having to wait 15 minutes in line at WalMart not only tested my patience, but I nearly killed us on the drive home. And for what? What was I so upset about? So upset that it would tempt me to put someone I love in dangers hands? I honestly don’t know. And I think that scares me the most.. not knowing.
I’ve somehow held so much anger and resentment back, that I think the bubble is finally about to pop. But from what? What’s this bitter attitude caused by? I wish I had the answer, but I don’t. Fortunately for me, my little sister (and my loved ones) will forgive me for acting like such a mean girl lately. Unfortunately for me, I can’t seem to control my mood swings that put me in bad situations. I feel like shit after being rude and acting mean, but it doesn’t stop me. I really need to figure out whatever it is that’s causing me to act this way before I start growing green hair, yellow teeth, and spreading holiday grief. BLEH.
“No I’m not lucky, I’m blessed. Yes.”
1. That’s not a question. 2. If you don’t like my tweets don’t read them. Simple.