Africa.

Have you ever felt like something was so bad in your life so you mope around feeling sorry for yourself? But then minutes later, you stop and realize you have no right to complain, realize that your life is better than half the people on the planet? And now your mad at yourself for being so selfish, on top of secretly still upset about whatever upset you in the first place? Well I have.

In the few weeks behind me, this is increasingly what is on my mind at most times of the day. I complain about my oh-so-important boy issues, the fact that I think I'm depressed (which I'm going to a psychologist for next week), "family issues", grades, school, etc. But when it comes right down to it, I don't have a right to complain. I'm a spoiled, bitchy, selfish teenage girl who lives in a close-to million dollar house and gets almost whatever she wants. Yet what have I done to deserve this? What have I, a selfish girl who takes every thing she owns for granted like she's entitled to it, done that poor children who are dying in Africa have not? Why do I out of all people deserve a somewhat life of luxury when adults in Africa cannot afford clothes to cover their children? Why am I entitled to whatever I want, when others can hardly afford the necessities? I live in a small corner of my own little world. Not aware of the daily tragedies of others.

Yet I still believe I am entitled to complain about my petty issues and waste yet more money on a psychologist that I think I need because my life is oh-so-traumatizing. I don't deserve anything I have. 

So in a attempt to redeem myself, earn what I already own, and assist those who really deserve however I can, straight out of college I am joining the Peace Corps. 

Africa here I come. 

You deserve much more then I can offer. 

Much love,

    Jane Doe.