I am such a spoiled brat. I am so beyond sheltered. I have it better than 98% of the world. The worst thing that ever happened to me was that someone else lost their life. My father. What does that say about me? It means that I am lucky. I am so lucky. I can hardly imagine what life would be like if wasn’t one of the lucky ones. Could I handle true hunger? True hardship?
No. I couldn’t.
I am not strong, or brave, or even, really, intelligent enough to handle it. I am a sheltered, spoiled brat. So ask yourself; would I be able to handle it? Answer honestly. Tell me what you think.
No comments:
Post a Comment