Beautiful Life.

Sounds cliche but it's really only when ai compare myself to other people, it's really only when I start worrying, I start feeling bad about myself. When I don't even think about this, life couldn't be better. 

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

A cozy, comfortable roof over my head? Check. Delicious meals to nourish myself with on my table? Check. Nice and super soft clothes to wear? Check. Gadgets I use for entertainment? Check. Water to drink and hydrate myself with? Check. A good and loving family? Check. A few extra bucks to spend on what I want? Check. A healthy body? Check. An able mind? Check. Fresh air to breathe? Check. Decent people to talk to, even if not friends? Check. I could go on but I'm assuming you get my point. If not, let me make it simple. Life is beautiful. The only reason I'm not celebrating it is the fact that I forget its beautiful. It really is so freakishly gorgeous and I'm staggered how easily I forget all about it. 

Hmm. Definitely something to ponder about.

Love, peace.