i'm convinced that living in america forces us millenials to be ignorant of the fact about how privileged we are to be living so comfortably. sheerly oblivious to the trials that people in third world countries face, we so easily complain about tasks that can simply be resolved by our hard work. we're not to blame for the ignorance as the trials most of these people face are unbegotten to our generation. we grow up in a country where we're blasted with propoganda of a beautiful life that we should be striving to work for. all the tv shows that reflect the "american dream" teach us as todlers that working hard for a luxurious lifestyle is the most acceptable life stife. but what does that mean if you don't have character? I'm not ashamed to say i've fallen into the trap of this self centered thinking that i deserve more than the headache my parents give me. they came from a place where people volunteered for slave work just to have a roof under their head. i've known this before that they just want the best for my future but now i completely understand it's only because they don't want me to live out thier childhood. i feel a strong tug at my heart because i've resented them for so long because of my selfishness. it's time to put things back and repay them for the struggle they've had while trying to teach me this.
