Because what are we to the outside world?

What I think is amazing, another might think nothing of. What some consider hell, others consider home.

It's something we don't think about from day to day, but it's there.
Some people who live on the street, could be happy,
unbeknownst to someone who, say lives downtown in a 16th floor apartment, who could be miserable.




I used to wonder







"Maybe if the more privileged showed the less fortunate the world they could be a part of and share in, the less fortunate would have their eyes opened and work toward a better future"




Things are not always so black and white. I grew up not having much. My single mother raising my older brother and I, trying to give us everything we ever wanted, saw me always with a smile on my face. I was never without a positive thought to any situation. Once we got a little older, my mom had met a fantastic man, who, like my mother, gave us and my two future little sisters everything he could. Together they provided a life for us I'd never thought possible as a child. My eyes had began to open to the possibility of coming out of poverty, in low-income housing, to owning a home of our own. Suddenly my mother felt like she could live anywhere, and didn't feel stuck in the small hometown we once knew, where few grow out of.



Years had passed in this new environment, and my mind began wondering what I could possibly do for myself. If a family could accomplish that, what could I do on my own? I had no children, no bills, and no one really to worry about, besides myself. So once i had graduated high school, I wanted to begin to build a life for myself. I got myself work, and eventually I got over my fear of failure, and moved into the city. This was a huge leap for me, and my mom couldn't have been more proud that her son could venture out into the big world and find something of his own. Now of course I don't consider myself yet established as a city boy, but the people still living in the place I once knew are amazed that I've come this far on my own.

Although this one event in my life may seem small to some, it's an accomplishment to others. So my point more or less is: Don't look down on someone because they seem to have less or know less than you. They could very well be happier than a millionaire, with a beautiful wife or husband, who never has to worry about money for the rest of their days. At a younger age I had always felt pity for anyone who had less than me, but if I stop to think about it, maybe they have a peace of mind I could never know.



The finer things can make one feel important, empowered and in some cases, better than the rest. Most might secretly admit they've felt this at some point or another. However, there's a huge difference between being with a man who has everything at his finger tips, and can literally give you the world, who treats you terribly, and someone who doesn't, and can makes you feel fulfilled, happy and cared for, just by the little things. I think we can all agree that it really is the thought that counts, and the home made present always means so much more than the store bought one.