Starbucks: the good life

Every time go to Starbucks, I get this uncomfortable feeling that these are the best days of my life.

It’s not because I have some unhealthy love for Starbucks, but because in the back of my mind I feel like the fact that I can go to Starbucks and order over-priced coffee and treats any time I want, life must be pretty good.

I know this because I grew up poor. In my childhood, I couldn’t afford a 39 cents hamburger from McDonalds, let alone $1.50 coffee.

And of course, compared to 99% of humanity who struggle every day to make ends meet, battling health issues, or stuck in other bad situations, my life is REALLY good.

I feel uncomfortable about it because it seems like everything good in life must come to an end. Things will change, and life CAN always get tougher. I am not saying it will, but I some times I feel like I am at the pinnacle of human life right now, and when you are at the top, it is easiest to go down.

I would love to end this post by saying that I am making the most of my situation and doing everything I can to help my fellow human beings, but the truth is, I am not. It’s something that I struggle with daily, and I only hope that — maybe — I could.