I never understood why some people are fortunate enough to be born into a life that I have. Where there’s a roof over their head, food on the table, and a chance at education. And why somewhere across the world, there’s a girl my age who shares the same dreams, interests, and love for her family. She’s just as capable, kind, and smart as me, yet she’s dealing with a life without the basic necessities. She worries about feeding her little siblings, how she will take care of her sick parents, and wonders if they’ll ever feel safe. I can’t wrap my head around why she got that life while I got mine.
What I do understand is that her life matters just as much as mine. Everyone is living their first life, navigating through this world with the best we’ve got. My family went through tough times, struggling to put food on the table, and my parents were sick just like hers. But, despite my hardships, I’m privileged, and I won’t forget that. I’ll do my best in this life because I’m grateful, and I won’t take it for granted.