Just my thoughts.

I've never posted a thread in GD, but everyone seemed to think that this would be appropriate over here.


Last night I was depressed because life is complicated right now, and I just felt so lost and confused as to what to do. So I was feeling sorry for myself last night, and crying.

Then my tears changed in nature. They turned into sobs, sobs because I wondered how it was I came to be here, in the United States. As a person who has no faith in a higher power, to me it’s just luck of the draw. But I feel guilty for my luck. I live in this country, that offers to much opportunity.

I think of all I have that I take for granted, electricity, clean water, and food. I don’t have to worry about if I’ll eat tomorrow. I don’t have worry that a solider is going to come raid my house. I don’t have to worry that I’ll be killed or persecuted for my beliefs (or lack of). And yet I complain about my life? It’s not right, I have everything.

I am thankful to live here. I disagree with the way this country is being led, what we’re doing in this world, but I am thankful I live here.

It’s unfair for me to here, when I’m sure there are many, much more deserving, people out there. People who would to do good with opportunities that every American has. Opportunities for a good education.

We are lucky in many, many ways. And we’re only here because of luck. Some people will say that it’s God’s will that they were born here, or something like that, but I don’t believe in God. So I think it’s all luck, I could have easily been born some where in Africa. Or in Iraq, or Afghanistan.

Life is such a funny thing, such a fleeting thing.

I wish I was better, I wish I could use the things I have that I have in front of me. Or at least give them to someone who would use them. I wish this world was different. I wish life was better for everyone, I wish we could stop hating each other. I wish we could stop destroying each other.

I wish everything was just… better.