“Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.”
― Alphonse Karr,
I read this novel by Alphonse Karr a very long time ago. I remember I was a shy girl in high school. After lunch, I would go to the library and read books or anything that interest me. Or should I say, anything to kill time?
My mom tended a sari-sari store. And that store helped finance my studies all throughout high school. We weren’t wealthy, so I did not have the same expensive notebooks and shoes my classmates had. I feared family day or school activities the most. That meant we would wear civilian clothes and I did not have many dresses to flaunt.
Despite that, I was still grateful especially to my mom. She wanted me to finish high school in a prestigious school as she always believes that good education is critical to building a solid learning foundation.
The Ungrateful me
Fast forward to 20 years, and I have my family. I used to question myself, “Am I still grateful of the things I have?” Often, I look for more. It seems I am never contented. What happened to the shy poor girl 20 years ago who always feel grateful?