As I sit in my dirty bean bag with my makeup on and looking fly, amongst the 2 day old leftovers of a great night with friends, I realise that my story is the same as every other Occidental lower middle class girl. We’ve got it made so much that we create problems where there is none. As though the human cannot actually live without having to struggle. We imagine our path to be perfect and reality kicks in and most our parents haven’t had the notion of kicking our asses one too many times to help us handle the obstacles that someone in a war zone doesn’t even have the luxury of dreaming about. We were born with goggles and a fake smile.
We pave our way thinking it’ll get easier. We drink and smoke and stay out late, we strive to pay rent and repair damaged goods. We obsess over things and ways and lifestyles and we forget to live. We forget to breathe and spend time alone with our beautiful mind that only asks to grow. Now I’m not dismissing broken paths even in the middle class. Drugs and sexual abuse are part of any class. With the level of education and resources that are offered to us on a silver platter, our choice over the red or blue pill tells us which side we’re on at a young age.
What is it that makes us stronger? Failures, mistakes we learn from. What is it that makes us weak? Inconsistency, indecisiveness and envy. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders because I feel powerless to change it. And on good days, I feel invincible and able to do anything. Such goes our human minds.
We battle stupidity with educated stupidity. We dismiss warnings and red flags in relationships with the people around us. We get scared and jealous and talk down to people for no good reason. Find your sweet spot and ride it but always make sure you remember where you come from and how you can help to make your community and surroundings better. Smile. Be happy. Share. Connect. Create. Because that is the only thing that takes you out of your individuality and into the world with a feeling of accomplishment.
Power over thought. Mind over matter. The strenght to controle negativity within us and around us. That is what makes us litterally power through. I am just another white lower middle class female struggling with made world problems. That is my reality. And it does not make me better or less of a warrior. It just means that I was born at a higher level and that I NEED to use it wisely for the respect of those before me as much as for those following.
Further down the road you hit a wall where success meets abuse and chaos. Further down the road you stop to think what’s my next move. Further down the road, when you’ve made 10 years of adult choices, you hit a wall and realise you ain’t happy. Because in the end all of what life is, is happiness. That’s all it should be about. And being happy doesn’t make us look weak. It makes the world fall through more smoothly and it makes our path grow and blossom. And happy families and communities that stick together make warriors. Happy warriors make good leaders. And with good leaders, you can never go wrong.