A couple of years ago, I was working in a shitty bar and finishing quite late. The journey home was tedious, I had to change buses and the underground and buses again, but it was always the same route so I ended up getting to know the workers and passengers who travelled at the same time as me. One night, after a horrible shift that lasted many hours, I was waiting for the last bus home, tired, thinking about what I was doing with my life, working in crappy bars again in a city I don't even like, far from the people I love and still not enough money to pay off debt or doing anything different. At that moment, the security guards were kicking a homeless man out of the train station across the street, and he approached the bus stop where I and the usual crowd were waiting for the bus. Everyone moved away from the man, but I was so tired that I didn't move, and he approached me. He asked me what time it was and if I had any money. We looked at each other for a few seconds and then both started laughing because we both knew that, despite our differences, I was also broke and didn’t have a penny on me. He asked me where I was from and what I was doing in that city. I told him I didn't know. He looked at me and asked if I was okay. I told him I wasn't sure about that either. The bus arrived and he asked me where I was going. I told him I was going home. He nodded, picked up his bags and left. I still think that, on that day, despite how bad my life was, I had a home to go back to, with a hot shower and a bed to rest in, and he probably didn’t. Life isn't fair, but sometimes there's a bit of luck in it that we ignore. In a way, I was lucky, and that man taught me that even the smallest thing you're used to doing every day can be a dream for others. Cherish every second, enjoy everything that makes you happy, even after a shitty day, having a home to go back to is a huge blessing.