There’s an awful lot of negativity in the world today. For the most part, I really can’t understand why. So many people focus on the allegedly ‘unbearable’ aspects of their lives, which are so minute in comparison to the on-going list of wonderful things they have.
I am very lucky. I am a student at one of the best universities in the world, studying the subject which I adore above all others, in the most beautiful and vibrant city I have ever seen.
I have Lidl food in the cupboards and a roof over my head (although, because I’ve got a sloped ceiling directly above my bed, this has been the source of much pain and indelicate language). I have enough money to keep myself alive and then kill myself with Sailor Jerry’s Spiced Rum.
I am surrounded by loving friends and family, all of whom I cherish beyond description. I have a boyfriend who, as well as being incredibly caring and thoughtful, owns a motorbike, plays the guitar and sports music tattoos. My fourteen-year-old self would be proud.
Why complain when my life is so rich? Yes, it can be difficult being away from home; and yes, the size of my workload rivals the geographic capacity of Turkey - but those details are insignificant when I remember that I have everything I need.
I implore others to look at their lives a little differently. It feels pretty good.
(And if that isn’t enough to make you feel good about life, just be grateful that you’re not this guy.)