Thoughts for everyone.
I'm going to stop being emo.
Cause I realized I have so much more than anybody else may ever have in their life, not to sound stuck-up, but it's so true.
I have my family - a brother, a father and mother. Some people don't have one of those three, whether it would be a sibling, father or mother. I feel blessed because these are the people that will always be there for me in life, the ones that I know that will always be there. Although they may grate on my every last nerve, I know they love me. Although my parents may think they know what's best for me (and for the most time they are wrong), it feels like that they care. And knowing that they care is the best feeling. As a sister, I sometimes feel pressured to be so great to act as an example for my brother. But I still pull through. I want him to respect me, to love me.
I have my friends - people who are willingly there for me when the need arises. People who take time out of their lives for me, and I can't ever be any more than thankful than that. My friends are people that I know that will be truthful and loyal to me, and I can count on. They are the people who understand me the best, because they know what I'm going through on a normal basis. We are the same generation and we relate the best. At this time, I would like to thank every single one of my friends for being awesome and amazing... and I love you all. Sometimes I sit back and think about the fights we had and they seem so irrelevant where there are so many of you that are willing to give me a hug when I need it.
I have a boyfriend - to support me when I need help, to break my fall, to hold me in his arms and never let go, to do everything I need to be done without being asked. It seems so magical at times. He's there to tell me that love is tough but no matter what, people who care that much about each other will pull through. He's there to remind me that I am wonderful, that I am me, and I can do anything that I want in life, and most of all, he teaches me to follow my heart. I love you, Steve.
And so, even if I have all these people in life that love me so much... why am I bitching about everything? School, life, parents, this and that? Is it really worth it in the end? No, it isn't! And it doesn't make sense to complain about how hungry I am at 10 o'clock in the morning. Cause on the other side of the globe there are starving children in Africa, yearning for the slightest drop of milk, for the smallest slice of bread. And I'm pigging out in Math class eating my chocolate chip cookies I brought for lunch cause I was hungry from a bagel and cheese at 6:30 in the morning.
Many say that we don't realize what we have until it's gone. And I don't want that to happen. I don't want any of my friends or family members to be gone from my life, because as far as I can see, life is amazing as it is now. I've learned to accept, and that has contributed to my happiness.
Why are we complaining? Why are we complaining with society today is running around the streets with iPods blaring all over the place? Why are we complaining about failing tests when we're receiving education and so many other children are not? Why are we mad when we get in trouble for dropping the f-bomb when other children in other countries can be sentenced to death for it cause they don't even have their basic rights? Why do we complain about not getting our allowances at the end of the week when there are children on planet earth who haven't even seen any form of money? Why are we upset when we can't see a movie Saturday night because our mothers are idiots when there are people who've don't even know what a movie is? Why do we cry ourselves to sleep when a relationship is broken up when children cry in Sierra Leone because they're so afraid of death. And finally... why do we cry, period, about not getting our way when there are people in this world who have NEVER in their life ONCE gotten their own way because of their societal values?
Because we're stuck up, that's why. And we forget about all the little things in life.
Cause I realized I have so much more than anybody else may ever have in their life, not to sound stuck-up, but it's so true.
I have my family - a brother, a father and mother. Some people don't have one of those three, whether it would be a sibling, father or mother. I feel blessed because these are the people that will always be there for me in life, the ones that I know that will always be there. Although they may grate on my every last nerve, I know they love me. Although my parents may think they know what's best for me (and for the most time they are wrong), it feels like that they care. And knowing that they care is the best feeling. As a sister, I sometimes feel pressured to be so great to act as an example for my brother. But I still pull through. I want him to respect me, to love me.
I have my friends - people who are willingly there for me when the need arises. People who take time out of their lives for me, and I can't ever be any more than thankful than that. My friends are people that I know that will be truthful and loyal to me, and I can count on. They are the people who understand me the best, because they know what I'm going through on a normal basis. We are the same generation and we relate the best. At this time, I would like to thank every single one of my friends for being awesome and amazing... and I love you all. Sometimes I sit back and think about the fights we had and they seem so irrelevant where there are so many of you that are willing to give me a hug when I need it.
I have a boyfriend - to support me when I need help, to break my fall, to hold me in his arms and never let go, to do everything I need to be done without being asked. It seems so magical at times. He's there to tell me that love is tough but no matter what, people who care that much about each other will pull through. He's there to remind me that I am wonderful, that I am me, and I can do anything that I want in life, and most of all, he teaches me to follow my heart. I love you, Steve.
And so, even if I have all these people in life that love me so much... why am I bitching about everything? School, life, parents, this and that? Is it really worth it in the end? No, it isn't! And it doesn't make sense to complain about how hungry I am at 10 o'clock in the morning. Cause on the other side of the globe there are starving children in Africa, yearning for the slightest drop of milk, for the smallest slice of bread. And I'm pigging out in Math class eating my chocolate chip cookies I brought for lunch cause I was hungry from a bagel and cheese at 6:30 in the morning.
Many say that we don't realize what we have until it's gone. And I don't want that to happen. I don't want any of my friends or family members to be gone from my life, because as far as I can see, life is amazing as it is now. I've learned to accept, and that has contributed to my happiness.
Why are we complaining? Why are we complaining with society today is running around the streets with iPods blaring all over the place? Why are we complaining about failing tests when we're receiving education and so many other children are not? Why are we mad when we get in trouble for dropping the f-bomb when other children in other countries can be sentenced to death for it cause they don't even have their basic rights? Why do we complain about not getting our allowances at the end of the week when there are children on planet earth who haven't even seen any form of money? Why are we upset when we can't see a movie Saturday night because our mothers are idiots when there are people who've don't even know what a movie is? Why do we cry ourselves to sleep when a relationship is broken up when children cry in Sierra Leone because they're so afraid of death. And finally... why do we cry, period, about not getting our way when there are people in this world who have NEVER in their life ONCE gotten their own way because of their societal values?
Because we're stuck up, that's why. And we forget about all the little things in life.