There's hard, and there's life.

All I hear is complaining. Everytime someones askes me how I am I usually have the same answer: Great. And most of the time when I say it, I actually am great. But when I ask other people how they are I get the usual drivel of how hard a day they had. "Work sucks. School sucks. Relationships suck." I'm not complaining. If my friends want to be miserable, I'm not about to stand in their way. But do they honestly think their lives are so damn hard? Just once I'd like to hear "I'm great too". It'll never happen though.

I met a girl two nights ago. Well, talked to her on MSN. Refreshing is the only word I can think of to describe her. If she told me that her day was hard, I'd believe every word of it. She has cancer and has had many many surguries. But she's happy. She's chasing a dream of becoming a doctor.

Just a one hour conversation has put a lot into perspective. I don't complain often. I've always known that I have a good life and even the bad things could certaintly be worse. I wish I had the hard life though. I mean, I'd rather be rich and fat and happy but if I was able to take all of another persons suffering, I'd do it.

I guess all I'm saying is; If your heart is still beating, it could be worse.