lucky

I just got back from a weekend visiting family and friends in Virginia and Maryland. Seeing family always puts things in perspective. Although I am a product of two divorces, and have issues that often come with these unfortunate circumstances, I have a loving and supportive family that I am thankful to have. We all have our problems, our traits that annoy each other, but when it comes down to it I love seeing and being with them.
Which brings me to luck. My mom has recently told me that if "you didn't have bad luck you'd have no luck at all". Which is true...or rather I don't necessarily have bad luck, I have no luck. I never seem to catch a break and that often wears me thin. We all need a hand once in awhile, it helps make the journey worthwhile and not like you are just going around in circles.
But I realize I am lucky. Very lucky. I have a beautiful family that loves and supports me, who are also healthy (as am I), I am talented, inspired, and I have aspirations and the drive to back it up. All these are things are so basic to me that I fail to remember that so many people don't have them. And I really need to stop bitching about how much it sucks that I can't get a break or how fucking internally tormented I feel right now. Because who doesn't feel internally tormented? And what kind of bullshit songs would I write if I wasn't? Probably the kind that gets played on the radio every second, but oh well. That's not, ultimately, what is important.
Sure, I need reinforcement. Yes, I have desires that are selfish and materialistic. But the facts are simple: I am lucky.
And no matter how much I bitch and give myself ultimatums, this is my life. These are the paths I have chosen and there is no need for regrets.
Life is far too short.