Either you complain of what you don't have or be grateful with what you have. I learn the value of it. When I escape the life that imprison me, I deprived myself a lot. I only see the things that was snatches away from me and blinded with the things that was left with me. I walk on the bumpy road staring on my feet afraid to trip and fall on the ground and ended wounded once again.
I thought that was the best thing to do but then I become even more blinded with what the world can offer aside from cruelty. The happiness given to me disappear on the thin air because I didn't saw it coming. My eyes is focus on the step I am taking oblivious with what's around me that's why I am unaware with what's the sense of living your life.
