i feel
i feel privileged
every time i have a deep conversation with someone, i realize how privileged i am. people have so many things to worry about, how will we get our next meal? are we going to sleep under the same roof tomorrow? am i going to have a roof over my head at all tomorrow? what will i wear i have no clothes? where is money? how to buy pads? we can't afford pads. where are my parents? are they happy? is anyone happy? is there any hope in life? should i... should i just die?
these are not my concerns. my biggest concern every night is if my mother is going to make food of my choice, my biggest concern is hopping that no one will wake me early morning because i like to sleep late. i hope no one turns off the air conditioner. i hope that i don't look fat tomorrow. i hope that there is no pimple on my face tomorrow. these are my concerns. not. at. all. crucial to think about.
i want to thank god. i want to thank him so much for everything he has blessed me with.
these amazing parents that are always there, always there for comfort, always there for support, always there for everything.
this amazing sibling that keeps my secrets safe, shares food with me, protects me from everyone despite being the younger one.
these amazing friends who i can confide in, trust, share my deepest secrets with.
these teachers, who are always so encouraging, so understanding.
this clean environment, which allows me to progress every night, every day.
this oxygen, that always around me.
these plants, i doubt anyone i love would've been alive without plants.
the army, air force, navy that are always protecting me by risking their lives.
the hygiene and sanitation workers that keep my surroundings clean
the health workers that are risking their lives to protect us from the ongoing pandemic. and keep us safe from diseases and alive all the time
my ancestors, who fought hard for the independence of my country, to ensure that every one after them lives a life full of freedom.
the nature for being so self sufficient
the earth for being so forgiving towards us cruel humans
the animals that are my brothers and sisters
the universe, for letting me exist.
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thoughts.
Non-Fiction❝let's overthink together, darling❞ (a gift for you in first part) what my heart wants to say what my brain conveys what my fingers type what your eyes read (the image on the cover was taken by me)
