I consider myself to be a happy and positive person, because honestly what do I have to not be happy about? Every day I wake up, and that in itself is a blessing. There are things in life that will cause us to be unhappy, but if I think of what I already have to be happy about it would be insane to be even slightly unhappy. We don’t deserve anything in life, no one owes us a thing, yet we are blessed with everything. That is my happiness, realizing that we deserve nothing yet we have so much. I try to make that my happiness. I try to consider everything I have and be grateful, and that makes me happy. When I think of what I don’t have, and what I want, and what I have that I despise; I become unhappy. There are special moments in life that
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My happiness, it is everything I am blessed with, and all the moments in between. Every morning I wake up, I am blessed. Around 6:15 my family wakes up too, I hear my little sister’s tiny feet fumble down the stairs I see her, and she says, “good morning my friend.” I am blessed. My brothers wake up. They are always grumpy, and not ready to wake up, but they are alive, I’m blessed. My mom cooks us some bacon, but my sister and my dad get to it before I can get a slice, but the smell of bacon permeates through the house, I’m blessed. I didn’t need a slice of bacon, the smell was enough. I pack my bag and get into the truck to leave for school. I drive an hour in the truck listening to 96.5 because it is the only station that comes in on the barren road I live on. I see nothing but trees and swamp for the first half hour, but it isn’t traffic and it isn’t garbage, I’m blessed. I get to Johnstown I sometimes wait at the traffic light on Briggs street for three red lights, but there …show more content…
My brother comes home on the 3:00 elementary bus just as I get home and he always has a new trick to show me, he’s a riot, I’m blessed. My dad comes home from work, he has a job, and my mom can stay home, I’m blessed. My other brother comes home at 5:30 after basketball practice at the middle school, he is a smelly pubescent boy, but he always has something funny to say, I’m blessed. We eat dinner it’s brussel sprouts, rice, and steak. I hate rice, but we are all together, and my sister prays for dinner, “Thank you, Lord I get to play with my friends today, thank you fer my mom, my dad, my Jeremiah, my fevi (Levi), and my Maddy, and thank you fer my chicken (were having steak). Amen!”, I’m blessed. After dinner my brothers and I take care of the food and dishes, Jeremiah always puts on music, usually The Beatles or Grateful Dead, he is stuck in an era he never lived in, I learn history from him, I’m blessed. Every night around 8:30 it is popcorn time for my sister, she runs around the house asking everyone if they want, “op corn” we all usually have some, I’m blessed. I do it over again on school days, and on work days I drive
My happiness, it is everything I am blessed with, and all the moments in between. Every morning I wake up, I am blessed. Around 6:15 my family wakes up too, I hear my little sister’s tiny feet fumble down the stairs I see her, and she says, “good morning my friend.” I am blessed. My brothers wake up. They are always grumpy, and not ready to wake up, but they are alive, I’m blessed. My mom cooks us some bacon, but my sister and my dad get to it before I can get a slice, but the smell of bacon permeates through the house, I’m blessed. I didn’t need a slice of bacon, the smell was enough. I pack my bag and get into the truck to leave for school. I drive an hour in the truck listening to 96.5 because it is the only station that comes in on the barren road I live on. I see nothing but trees and swamp for the first half hour, but it isn’t traffic and it isn’t garbage, I’m blessed. I get to Johnstown I sometimes wait at the traffic light on Briggs street for three red lights, but there …show more content…
My brother comes home on the 3:00 elementary bus just as I get home and he always has a new trick to show me, he’s a riot, I’m blessed. My dad comes home from work, he has a job, and my mom can stay home, I’m blessed. My other brother comes home at 5:30 after basketball practice at the middle school, he is a smelly pubescent boy, but he always has something funny to say, I’m blessed. We eat dinner it’s brussel sprouts, rice, and steak. I hate rice, but we are all together, and my sister prays for dinner, “Thank you, Lord I get to play with my friends today, thank you fer my mom, my dad, my Jeremiah, my fevi (Levi), and my Maddy, and thank you fer my chicken (were having steak). Amen!”, I’m blessed. After dinner my brothers and I take care of the food and dishes, Jeremiah always puts on music, usually The Beatles or Grateful Dead, he is stuck in an era he never lived in, I learn history from him, I’m blessed. Every night around 8:30 it is popcorn time for my sister, she runs around the house asking everyone if they want, “op corn” we all usually have some, I’m blessed. I do it over again on school days, and on work days I drive