Let us all

I was mad about something, how annoying my nose is, how thoughts stop me from studying, how my mom was mad at me.

I saw a post from fb, how syrian children sleep.  That made everything nothing. I'm glad I have a chance to be mad at all those things. I'm glad I have money to pay for the book I lost, I have not just a bed but a stack of mattresses to sleep on. Can you believe that? Their wishes, he hopes he has a chance to sleep on a bed. They get bombed in the middle of nowhere, instantly losing the one they love the most.

I'm glad I saw that how people out there are suffering. That's some depressing shit. I cried watching sad movies and korean dramas, dreams being trashed and broken, reading Giddens novels and others, and some random shit, but it's the first time, reading a depressing true-story-post. I have a new aim to go for, now.

Let us all be grateful that we have a bed to sleep on, we have spbt books to borrow, have storybooks to look forward reading them, having the chance to sit in the exam hall, and having a safe place to live that we don't have to worry getting blow up everyday. Let's be thankful that our families are safe, our love ones are safe, and chasing his dreams... Let us all work hard, so we can lend a hand to help them because we can.