Pensive

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I'm not a thoughtful person. I don't constantly question the meaning of life, who I'm supposed to be, or what I'm supposed to achieve while I still have time on this planet. I spend way too much time taking things as they come, and not looking for any deeper meaning in day-to-day events. I am trivial, impatient, and always asking people to hurry up. Occasionally, however, I do stop for a moment (or several hours) to think about life and how inconsequential my daily complaints are. For instance, ugh this lecture is so boring. Some people can't even afford to go to school. I don't have anything nice to wear today and everything doesn't match, ugh I'll just go to uni in a hoodie and jeans. Some people only have a pair of clothes. Oh God there goes dad and his silly dad jokes again. You only get to spend a 3 months a year with him. Ew my boobs are so small, they're barely there wth. Dude, you HAVE boobs. Things like that, you know? I feel really horrible for the things I say and do on a daily basis, but when I actually sit down and think about all the stupid things I've ever done, I just feel like a rotten person. And then I think, you are just one of 7 billion people. Everyone has problems, everyone isn't always happy with the way things are, and everyone has a story to tell. Somewhere, someone has it worse than you. I suppose if I were remotely religious, I'd be extra grateful for all the things I've been lucky enough to receive thus far, and I guess faith would keep me grounded, in a way. Oddly enough, I think I am fine, being 'faithless', if you will. I reckon that as long as I do take the time to count my blessings and realise that I truly am very lucky in many ways, I'll be relatively alright. And I guess watching nature documentaries stuff about the universe and its infinite possibilities puts things into perspective.