As I stood in my dorm room this past weekend, filled with card board boxes and bubble wrap paper, I began to analyze everything that has happened in the past three years.

From transferring schools, to leaving my home country and my mother. From going through existential crisis and crying over boys who I let trace my skin with their fingertips.

From getting my first C in college and changing my major twice in a matter of months.

Hookups, surgeries, bad heartbreaks, losing friends and gaining a couple more.

It's been one hell of a ride.

And that's when it hit me...

The amount of time I've spent dwelling on trivial and insignificant people or situations has been more than the amount of time I have spent being grateful about everything good that surrounds me and has happened.

The fact that I am standing here right now in George Washington University is something I should start acknowledging and being more appreciative of. Being able to walk around D.C without the fear of getting robbed or shot, being able to pursue a degree in a major I am passionate about because my opportunities are limitless.

Just being able to breathe and feel love and pain and having the chance to see the seasons change for the first time.

These are the little and big things that should be filling up my heart and clouding my mind.

See, it's these things that make life at the end worthwhile at the end of the day. We are sometimes so completely blinded by the bad things that are happening to us that we forget every heartful thought sent our way and great moment that has ever happened to us.

So here's to being a little more grateful and a little bit more happy.