Count Your Blessing

Sitting on the pouch, thinking why is my life like this?

If I wasn't me right now, who would I be?

Would I be tall, least academic, mean, or a spoil brat

I seriously don't know

But I do know is this

If I never had this life

Then I wouldn't be the nice little brainy Tanjeen, would I?

Maybe I would be that Tanjeen

Who knows

Or I could have a better life than my current life

The second thing I know is this

I can't change the life I have with the life I want

I should be thankful with the life I have because I don't want that life that is dreadful

I should be happy with the life I have because some people don't have loving parents, a home, education, or food

I’m lucky, I have those things because without it

I think and know that I will be miserable

Who wouldn't be

I realize I should sit and count my blessing, before it's too late


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