Ingratitude | It’s a first world problem.

Ingratitude

There’s a series of photographs of my sister and me as teenagers. We are hiking as a family in a jungle in Indonesia. It looks hot and sticky. My mom is handing us a piece of fresh mango. 
We just stand there firing death stares of pure hatred at the camera.

Looking back at it, I feel so ashamed at how spoilt I seem. I mean, what an amazing opportunity — so, why the scowl?!

Today, that would be my ideal holiday. But it seems an 8h hike in humid, tropical conditions doesn’t tempt a teen — even if that teen is me.

Well, I appreciate it now.

And I’m sure that tomorrow, I’ll appreciate today.

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