…four in the morning, listening to the same sad song on repeat for the past hour or so, when I begin to question my sanity once again.
I guess it’s the true mark of a pessimist to not give any weight to the phrase: “It could be a lot worse.”
Sure, it could be, but on the same token, it sure could be a lot better, too. So who wins that battle? I guess whoever flips that coin. But what does it mean to be satisfied or content, if you’re just settling? Should I let the fact that some people are even worse off than I am guilt me into feeling complacent about my life? Should the fact that some people make even worse decisions than I do stop me from trying to make the best ones I can for myself?
Maybe it’s the perfectionist in me, but I just can’t help but see things in terms of their potential… of what we could be if we only tried hard enough.