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It's sad. The world is sad. There are so many things on earth that are worth people's tears and time. What people don't realize is the difference between their crisis and the difference between someone in Africa's crisis. They don't realize that if the cafeteria doesn't have that great of pizza, or if their mom forgot their favorite yoghurt at the store, it's not the end of the world. They don't realize that there are people who have been through so much worse than that. There are people who sleep in make shift tents, there are places where there aren't proper medical professionals. Places in the world that have innocent people lying dead in the street because of war. There are places and people that live in so much pain yet are so much happier than us. There are people in this world who are so much less fortunate than us. Of course I'm not saying that we don't have hardships here, I'm just saying that maybe you need to stop smelling the damn roses and open your eyes. People look at me, and they tell me that I look so happy, like I've had everything handed to me on a silver platter. Of course to a certain extent that's true, but I still work for what I want. Then they learn more about me, they learn about what I've been through and they gape in awe. They say that they're so sorry, that it seems so impossible because I'm so happy. Why does it seem impossible for me to be happy? Is it because my mother is mentally crazy, or maybe it's because I've been physically, sexually, and mentally abused? Maybe it's because they're so naïve that they don't realize that this kind of stuff happens to more people than you think and that just because it does happen doesn't mean that I can't be happy, that I can't feel joy and excitement like any other person. Sometimes I laugh at the stupidest things, people look at me like I've lost my head, but I've learned to laugh at the small things. I've learned to laugh at my mistakes, I've learned from my words and actions, and I continue to learn and laugh. I'm not done learning and I'm not done laughing, I hope I will always be adding to my giggles and insufficient knowledge. I hope that people will open their eyes and pay attention; yeah our country is sad but why? Is it because your boyfriend broke up with you? Is it because your dad didn't remember your second favorite movie? Why are we sad? For ourselves. We are single handedly the most selfish yet most generous country on the face of earth. Why can't we be sad for the women in Africa who can't walk to cook their food without looking behind their back every two seconds in fear of getting raped? Why can't we be sad for those Islamic women who have no control over their bodies? Why can't we sit down and stop smelling the damn roses and just open our eyes? Why are we so god damned selfish?
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