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I wouldn't change anything.
At least once in our life we received this question:
"If you could change something about your life,what would that be?"
My answer was always shocking:NOTHING.
And you may be thinking: "Nothing? What don't you want to get back that puppy which died at the age of two?"
Or:"Don't you want to have the girl you always loved?"
No! From the start of my life and until now, no!
"No" will be my answer forever.
Why? There is one main reason:
If I would change anything about my life I wouldn't have learned what I learned from the experience...
We always learn. Even if we don't seem to.
Even if I went to bed too early or too late,I learned something:
I woke up tired and learned that I need to respect my schedule.
You may now think:
"This example is crap,what are you? Some kind of parent?"
No,no,no. I am a teen like you are...
And we meet this example a lot. This is why I choose it.
We always learn!
I was born in a middle-class family.
Many may call my family poor,but we are not!
But my parent's taught me what poor,monetary speaking,actually meant.
Let's start the story from before I was given birth.
Long,long time ago,my mother was a little kid.
She loved pets,but she couldn't get one.
She was a good gymnast and at constant battle with
now a celebrity in our country for the first place.
At high school she was doing very good.
So was at University.
But in the second year of University of Law she dropped out
because she didn't have enough money to keep herself in.
When she was sixteen she met my dad.
At the age of eighteen she married him.
My mother wanted to have her own house
and she couldn't live with my grandparents anymore.
At first my father stayed in a public dormitory for those who don't have a family.
My father was,and still is,working at the National Train Company in our country.
They allowed him to move into a house which had only one room available,
the others being full of stuff...
My mother and my father moved to the house,and in their first year there...
They slept on nothing but blankets!
They didn't have beds,or anything!
I don't know this full story,but they didn't have running water in the home
so they had to take it from a fountain nearby.
I believe they got running water in the year 2000,but I'm not sure.
When my mother was twenty one she gave birth to my brother
which is older than me by two years and eleven months.
This was happening on March of '96.
From her I learned what poor means.
Now we live in the same house,a pretty big house,with running water and electricity.
But this isn't all: I am publishing on the internet,right?
I mean,we can afford internet,phone,and a pretty good PC for me.
I'm privileged. Many would wish what I have.
I still have a bread on my table every day.
Seeing people beg for their bread taught me what really means poor.
Seeing them like that taught me that I am rich.
But,am I really rich?
I mean,yeah... Monetary speaking,yes!
But what about what defines us as humans?
They,which beg for their bread,they are richer than us most of the times.
They sometimes have the love of a companion,we don't...
They aren't greedy,sharing their last piece of bread with their dog,or cat
which was probably begging for some food on the streets.
The society in which we live is a sick,twisted one.
They taught us to defend ourselves...
To run from the poor because they are trying to kill us.
That's not true!
And...every human was born somewhere,had a story.
Why wouldn't they?
I always wanted to find the stories behind these people,but I always feared...
I am sure that they have lots of things to say,to share with us...
I am sure they had a family once...
What happened to it?
They all must have emotioning stories.
Think to yourself,what if you were in the place of the beggar?
One guy who was at Romanians Got Talent and went to the semifinals
was a cleaning man.
Was paid 600 LEI,which would be the approximate to 180$,per month!
And he was also donating half his money to the orphanage in which he was raised,
buying the kids toys and food.
They,the homeless,the poor and the beggars,are richer than us.
They still have that moral that we lost somewhere on our road to civilization.
And don't get me wrong,I don't mean all of them,but some teens are just spoiled little brats.
I am mostly looking at U.S.A. right now.
In your country,the minimum wage(per month) is somewhere around
1000$ but in our country it is around 250$.
In our country if you get a wage of 1000$ you are accomplished.
I've seen tweets of teens whining they didn't get the
black color of the Iphone and got the white one(these aren't even colors...)
I've seen them manifest all their hatred in their tweets.
Let me tell you something:
In my country you have to work nearly two months,and a half,
full time,to get and Iphone 5. The cheapest model!
And all the money would go only to the iphone!
Not on taxes,not on bills,not on anything...
Only to the Iphone.
I am not saying that all the kids and teens are like that...
Just that they exist. This isn't right,humanity!
And if you're watching this,you probably aren't like that anyway.
I learned animating,though I am not good at drawing.
I am making these videos,but most of the pictures aren't mine.
I am developing games,that mostly suck...
I am writing a book,if it gets accepted all the revenue will go to my family.
"Why?" you ask? Because I try to help my family!
When was the last time you told your mom that you love her?
That without her your wouldn't be here...
That she makes a hard effort to keep you in school?
That you owe her your life?
But... when was the last time you insulted her?
Thought bad of her?
And treated her like a monstrosity?
This is something we need to think of.
This is the world in which we live.
If we don't make a difference,who will?
I always thought that we are the ones that are blind...
And that the blind can actually see.
They see the soul,not the body!
These problems which I raised...
I may not even be worthy to speak of them...
Because I am so young,because I've been there also.
But throw the first stone the one who didn't!