Whenever I see pictures or people on the street who are less fortunate than I am.. I get really sad. I get more emotional then I should. I don’t know why, but that sort of stuff alway gets to me. I feel bad, beyond bad actually. I feel helpless sometimes. But it reminds me to count my blessings. I have so much and I honestly do take it for granted sometimes.
There are people in this world who have nothing. But yet, they live a happier life then most of us. Which saddens me. Because they have less, but in fact, they have more. They are happy. What are we? Miserable. Surrounded by piles of useless materialistic junk.
In this society, a highly developed first World country, we feel deprived, always wanting more, wanting things faster, more efficient, more more more. When some third World countries, have nothing. Not even clean water, which WE take for granted everyday.
But I guess, that’s not the individuals fault. There’s a reason why the rest of the World somewhat resents America. As Americans, we don’t realize how ignorant we are. We feel as though, this ignorance is bliss. But to others, we seem dumb, and arrogant. Because we never really see the how fortunate we actually are and how unfortunate the rest of the World is.
It’s sad, but true. We all need to be exposed to some culture. To realize what we have is more than enough. To not take the little things, like clean water, a warm home, clothes on our backs for granted.
Maybe one day.