Entitled?

To be honest, I'm not a big believer of sins and boons. What I am a believer of, is recognising what we have and giving it the right respect that it deserves.

Hello all, I'm the Earthian and I'm back.

I think it's fair to say that most of us are guilty of the crime of taking things for granted, at some level. We even sometimes have the audacity to blame our parents or guardians for getting those things for us.

When I was a school boy, my parents often told me about how blessed I am. They told me that when they were kids they even had to struggle for everyday's meal. They told me that getting an education was in itself a huge task and it was something they could barely afford.
Being the dense kid that I was, I really couldn't see the point of those stories.
They told me that I'm lucky that all I have to do is study, unlike how it was for them.

Now that I think about it, I'm slowly realizing the brutal truth that at some point I started feeling that I was entitled to whatever my parents got me. I started taking things for granted and I was barely as grateful as I should have been. I guess I couldn't see how true they were because every kid around me was like me, you know, having everything that is needed and more and I thought it was the norm, which in no way is an excuse for my behaviour and attitude. It is painfully embarrassing to recall those memories. See, I might have said bad things about the internet and social media before, but it is the one that enabled me to actually witness all the stories my parents told me. I'm not trying to be that guy, but it is painful to watch kids starve, people starve. Soon, I realized that there were so many around me that didn't have anything that I had.
And you know what hurts me the most, the ones that didn't have much were happy and content, in the general sense, than I ever was. Because, someone always has "better" accesories than what I had and I couldn't digest that at all. This too, was one of the stories my parents told me, that even though they didn't have much, they were happy.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that, what's garbage for you maybe precious to another soul. And if it's precious to them, it is precious to you too, you're just being dense and not seeing it. And you will see the value of something only when you want to see it.

Lots of love, peace.