Do you know what I've realized? I've realized that this world is a selfish, selfish world. I've realized that we live in our comfortable homes while there are men fighting a war, risking their lives each and every single day. Who are we to complain? Really, who are we? For the past who knows how long I've been pitying myself, wishing that I had more than what I have at this current point in time. But why? I have everything I need. Maybe not everything I want, but everything I need. We don't always get what we want when we want it. That's just life. And I've come to realize that although it's worked like that for me in the past, it won't always be that way. Especially now that I'm getting older. I'm the most impatient person I know. I guess we're all programmed to think that things should work a certain way. The world we live in tells us that we can have what we want at the very precise moment that we desire it. Which in a way, is true. If something doesn't happen the way we want it to, if that guy in front of you in line in the grocery store forgets that he needed milk, you get pissed. Because it's not fast enough for you. If that person driving in front of you is going 2 miles an hour under what's acceptable for you, you get pissed. But the thing is, things never turn out the way we think it will when we try to rush through things. You get angry, so you find a different line in the grocery store and end up stuck behind someone who's credit card doesn't work right. You get angry, so you get out from behind that person who's not going fast enough and crash into the car in front of you. There's a reason they tell us that patience is a virtue.
It makes me sick when I think about the terrible world we live in. Granted, I love everything that God has created. But I hate what satan has done to His beautiful work, His beautiful people. I hate that we can't take a step back and look at everything we do have. Instead we look at everything we don't have and we only want more. What about the people who have nothing? Do we ever stop to imagine what it would be like not to be able to sleep in your own bed? Do we ever stop to think how it might feel to have to sleep in a small hut and not a real house? No, we don't.What kind of world do we live in?
A sad one.
