Gratitude

I spend my youth dwelling on past mistakes, what I have done and what I should have done. While others sleep soundly I lie awake, lamenting, for today will too be gone. I see the luxuries my neighbor has, and scorn the life that I have always known. I tell myself, I’m not who I once was, and the things I had, I no longer own. Then I meet those whose fates are worse than mine, who scratch and crawl on the rough hills of life. They toil and toil nonstop, from five to nine, doing what they hate, just to stay alive. Now I no longer blame God for my plight, but walk the tunnel and wait for the light.