My house is warm, has running water, provides me with shelter, and is fairly cozy. I am not cold at night when I sleep, I have the comfort of a bed, the entertainment of a television, the leisure of using a computer. I have many things that others in North America possess.
I go to bed at night and pull my covers over my head because I fear the dark, but at least I don't have to fear bullets through my body in the middle of the night. I have a healthy breakfast when I awake in the morning while others have to wait hours, sometimes days until their next meal. I wear shoes that people in China made for me; probably for three cents an hour. I've never had the misfortune of fearing the next day, of wondering where my next meal would be, or of fearing for my life.
I take so much for granted - I wish I didn't. I worry about how I did on a math test, other worry about their survival. My brother owns an ipod, my father owns a GM, my mother owns a big screen TV, my brother owns a sound system, I own 3 guitars. When will we have enough? Is this consumerism going to be the end of us? Will we not be satisfied with our material posessions?
I've never had to do piece work for Nike. I've never had to walk a mile just to retrieve water for myself and my family. I've never had to worry about whether my water is clean, how I was to get to school, or how healthy I was. Maybe the World Vision commercials have desensitized me, because it has now gotten to the point where I don't even bat an eyelash at the sight of the children in third world countries. This fact scares me.
Maybe if I felt the way those children do, I would have more of an appreciation for the world around me...maybe I should lose everything, because then I will have everything to gain. I am constantly bitching and complaining about my life, but I never take the time to look at the world around me...
North America is full of assholes...I am one of them















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I have often thought that if a rational Fascist dictatorship were to exist, then it would choose the American system - Noam Chomsky
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