Sometimes I forget that I am a member of the elite. I forget myself, and get scared of things that might make my life sad or uncomfortable. Things that make me want to crawl away and hide myself, protect myself from the rest of humanity - and live selfishly and horde things to myself - as if that will offer some barrier to the world. I forget that the life I have, is unattainable for some and impossible for others.
When I stop to think about it, I remember that I was born in a society, wanted and valued. Growing up I was encouraged to live my dreams, loved and supported while doing it. I have been told to speak my mind, that my thoughts and observations are important. I am loved by a husband and family, in a way that makes the wealthy pale in comparison. When I saw this documentary trailer, it made me angry, and so sad. I felt helpless, and so very small.Why am I so blessed?
I don't know what the answer is. I don't know how to help, or what to do...not yet. I do know it starts with something small, a small sacrifice that maybe you can make too. A sponsorship, a volunteer...something. It's useless to sit around blaming myself for being born to privilege, I was so that I could help. So that I could be a blessing to someone like me - who just happens to live a world away.
It's A Girl - Documentary Film
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