We look at places that are gross and unhealthy and feel so bad because we think of the broken life they have. They live in the worst part of the world. We feel so bad wishing there was something we could do to help them and fix their lives. But when you look closely, you see the kids playing like any other kids. They are playing games, laughing and having the time of their lives. Then you look over at the parents and they have a smile on their face looking at their kids playing as they are cooking dinner for the family. That’s the beauty… no matter the hard times, they still have smiles on their faces. I wish I could do the same. The way I live is nothing compared to that. I have a big house and have a great job that makes good money. I don’t always have that smile. I don’t go home and enjoy the time. I lay and wish for something different, always thinking that there could be something better. Instead I realize that being prefect is not beautiful; you can never be perfect. When you are broken is when the real beauty comes out.
