Contentment is such a subjective matter. I tend to think that if you don’t live in a shithole, if you can afford to pay your car loan and petrol and if you don’t suffer from some genital-mutilating disease of some sort, life for the most part, is decent.
It may not be spectacular and you might not be living it up like a Hilton, but on most accounts, it’s not too bad.
I have very little tolerance for people who complain endlessly about their lives being shitty when they’ve got good things going for them (ie: fully furnished apartment, enough money to supplement a habit for unnecessarily expensive coffeehouse coffee, lack of aforementioned genital-mutilating disease).
That rabbit up there has a point.
via leftcoastjane
(Source: disenchant3d)
