My parents just bought me something really exciting and all I can think about is how lucky I am. I understand that not everyone is able to have the same things I have in life. No one chooses the life they are born into and I am one of those lucky people who has been given everything they have ever asked for (because of a father who sacrificed so much just so his children could see the life he never did growing up). What’s my point? My point is that I understand the injustices, even if someone’s hard work had a lot to do with it. I understand just how lucky I am. I just want people to know that I’m not like many others that are also privileged like me. I really do care about people and whenever I do something good for myself, I try to do good by someone else, every single day. I share things because I am excited and happy about them and never because I want to make someone feel bad (and there are a lot of people like that out there). Even if I do make others feel bad, that is never my intention. I don’t think being spoiled makes me a bad person. Being a bad person is what makes you a bad person. I say “thank you” for everything I have by trying to be the best most caring individual I can be. I say “thank you” by trying to be a good person. I say “thank you” by trying to not act like your typical snobbish spoiled brat. I say “trying” because I know I’m not perfect and that I have a lot of work to do.
My mom and dad just bought me a front row ringside ticket to Britney Spears‘ opening show in New Orleans for Tuesday, even though I already have great seats for Thursday’s show. If you’ve been following this blog, then you must know all the things running through my mind, how excited I must be to be able to see one of my favorite artists on the opening night of her brand new tour (!!!!). But what you probably didn’t know until now is…that a part of me also feels guilty.
I need to say one more thing. If you are jealous of me, you shouldn’t be and I wish you wouldn’t be. Jealousy is dangerous. And all I want is just to be happy.
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And they say she’s so lucky
She’s a star
But she cry, cry, cries in the lonely heart
Thinking if there’s nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?
Britney Spears - Lucky