sometimes I think I am the luckiest person in the world. I have everything that everyone dreams to possess: I got family, money, a good education, a good place to live.
It didn't come to my sense until I saw them. yes them. the one who doesn't even have a place to live, food to eat, money to buy everything that they would like to have and in many cases, parents to be depend on.. my heart aches for them.
How could I, the one to whom God has given everything, still thinks that I am still lacking in many different ways?
why am I being ungrateful?
why am I acted like a spoiled little brat whenever there are obstacles for me to overcome?
why do I feel insecure with what I have?
why?
