I looked at the broken windshield on my car and it put me in a bad mood.
I returned home and found that I had a broken window. My blood started to boil.
I woke up the next morning only to find that I had nothing to eat for breakfast except a measly granola bar.
I frowned all that day. Thinking to myself “woe is me”.
Until I witnessed, sitting on the curb, a woman and three small children in filthy clothes with depression consuming their faces.
My frown transformed into sadness.
Walking further down, I noticed a man standing at the bus stop. I assumed he didn’t own a car. I looked back at my 1994 Chevrolet. It wasn’t the best but it damn sure got me to where I needed to go.
I speculated the sky and thanked the Heavens.
I was no longer mad.
I no longer felt sad.
Only gratefulness for what I had.