Privilege

I grew up thinking I was unprivileged. I grew up in a small Eastern European country where bringing up a child is still a struggle. A struggle for providing proper education, clothes, comfort, and ultimately for putting food on the table. I grew up thinking I was unprivileged. Not a day in my life have I missed anything. I had the comfort, the resources, the love, and security. Still I grew up thinking I was unprivileged. Around me there were others having more. Sometimes a lot more and I wore envy. They were not motivating me, neither were they the reason for my at that time more than decent situation. I grew up thinking I was unprivileged. I am a white male that now goes to a good school in the U.S. for an undergraduate program. I am healthy and I have more than I would have ever thought of having. Still I grew up thinking I was unprivileged. Maybe I was distracted by the very things that were being offered to me that I could not see that I indeed grew up privileged. I will let you call that being spoiled. I will not use that word, though. I am maybe too ashamed by my own judgement of my situation and myself whenever I see people with a smaller chance than mine. A chance for life itself. For food, for education, for love. I grew up thinking I was unprivileged. However, now I dare to say I have everything I ever wanted and I am thankful to God and the people around me. Too often I see around me children starting with a deficit or not even a small chance. These are the victims of our society. The witnesses of violence and hardship, of hatred and humiliation. And at the end of the day, no matter how intelligent or willing they might be, they become victims of their own environment. Yes, I grew up privileged. Did you? If yes, tonight take a moment to thank God or whoever is responsible for your well-being.