Untitled--Daniel

I spent way too much time thinking about what to write, overthinking and over complicating like I often do. So I’ll write about something I don’t think I realize or think about enough. This might be a mess but whatever. Whenever I’m around the Los Angeles area or any of it’s surrounded areas, there seems to be homeless people at every corner. Under freeway overpasses, on the side of the road, you name it. I know some people have less sympathy for the homeless for a variety of reasons, but personally , it makes me realize how blessed and fortunate I am. To be blessed, according to the dictionary, is to be divinely or supremely favored; fortunate. I could never begin to imagine being in a similar situation, on the streets, not knowing where or what my next meal will be. My parents (and others in my family) were far from homeless growing up, but they were not necessarily in good situations. From hostile family members, to deaths in the family, to living in dangerous neighborhoods, to financially carrying a household and growing up very fast. Here I am, sometimes wishing I could have something, like a new computer or phone, or some other material item. I may think I need it, but do I really? I have everything I could possibly need and more, whether I realize it or not. I’m sure we’ve all been in the situation where we’ve been told by some adult we are very fortunate to be where we are, no matter where we are, and just brush it off and . I’ve done it before, I’ll probably do it again, but I shouldn’t. For all I know, someday my life my change drastically. Some wish they

could have a nice, comfortable bed to sleep in, or a warm blanket during the winter, and sadly in some cases, people around them that love them. I’m fortunate enough to have all of that and more, and sometimes I wish I had more. I have more than my parents did growing up, I have more opportunities, more resources around me, a better setting, the list goes on. Even with all they went through and did not have, they made it out. They graduated high school with honors because of their dedication, they went to college, got a degree, they have a nice house, and are happy. So here I am. They did made it, with all their struggles and obstacles, ones much harder to overcome than the ones I’ve faced. So why can’t I do good things? If they did in tough situations, I should be able do it too. I am blessed and extremely fortunate, even if I do not always realize it. It must be my duty to make use all I have and become the best I can be.