Through my window's eyes...

I live in matchbox sized room overlooking thousand other matchbox rooms of a big UNO like block. It seems as though if enough matchboxes are taken away, the whole block would collapse. It does seem kinda sad having to live in a space where there's no sufficient space at all but lately my perspective of things has taken a major makeover. I found myself wondering that if I could and made my living these 3 years in a simple matchbox sized room and am contented with it, I don't actually need the finest things in life to be happy. What I need is an optimistic me trying to make a fine living with whatever I have. Of course I'll work on wanting to make things better but the real point here is about living for now. I used to be the person who'll put things in future tense as in "when I have the money, I'll buy that." or if I see something nice I'll be like "soon, soon." It made me realize that I'm just wasting my time. What am I doing keeping everything for the future.?? How if something bad happens and I'm not able to enjoy it in the future..?? So, what I'm trying to prove is that everything is not solely about having the materialistically perfect life that everyone crave. It is about feeling and being satisfied with the happiness that surrounds us. I'm too busy pitying myself for not having this and that that I forget to cherish the priceless things around me. The beautiful people and their company , the delicious food , the fine clothes , the excellent education and the good health. I realize I am able to create my own materialistically perfect life. The only difference is, my materials have more life and soul in it than materials that carry a high price. Well, I have more gratitude now for everything around me. I secretly and silently say my prayers thanking the All Mighty for everything that He have bestowed upon me although I do complain once in a while. I'm just another plain person. I've got to maintain the balance. Too much of good is bad too..!! I had my perspective of things changed while I was looking out the window of my matchbox sized room. When I looked out, I spotted a group of  five to six boys without their t-shirts on in another matchbox room on the opposite block laughing and dancing in that space where there's no space at all. What mattered to them the most at that time was just how they're feeling having those company, having fun. The space, it didn't bother them at all. It seemed as though what they were saying is "Who cares..!! We're having fun and we're creating memories." That's what I saw when I looked through my window's eyes. My window changed my point of view.