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Don't you just hate it when you feel unsatisfied? Like you feel the world will never get any better, crap is always going to be around, never changing.
There are many things I could gripe about. Many things I could complain. But who gave me the right to do so? Even the declaration of Independence never said you have the right to be happy, it only said you have the right to peruse it.
Well persueing it or not, I never truely feel at peace with my life unless I feel god's presence. Its hard to explain. Its like its a comfort. such a joyous feeling, an over whelming feeling.
Dont you just hate it when people preach to you too? lol sorry.

I just got to thinking about life itself. Its human nature to be selfish. Lately Ive been feeling selfish, I hate it when I get that way because then I forget how thankful I should be for everything in my life.
I watched a very sad movie and saw how foolish and shameful Ive been acting.
I am so ashamed of myself. There are others 10 feet away from me that most likely have it worse than I do.

How can I be angry about how protective my parents are when there are other kids out there that have parents that dont give a flip.
They just let them do whatever they want. I know many kids that have parents like that, and they are some of the most miserable people I know. They dont know that secure feeling, they dont know that parent child "family" relationship. They wern't disciplined when they knew they deserved it. Thats why they have a lack of respect for their parents, they long for that family life, deep down they want to have boundaries. To know what they can and cannot do.

Sure I could complain about the presidents and the way the country is run, but then I could be in another country where I am nothing but a dog to most, where I have to dig in the garbage in hopes to find food, but not for myself, for my little 5 yr old brother thats starving more than I am, that gets to sleep on the trash bag while I take the ground so he'll have a little comfort. Where I am only 8 yrs old but I know more about life than most because of the instinct to survive and protect because my parents died, and my little brother depends on me.

And I could always throw a fit about the price of gasoline, when I could live in poverty and have to walk, and have blistered and puss pockets and gashes and wounds in my feet so I can go to work to make money so I can live.


I forget my own problems when I learn of other peoples, sometimes when we show love and kindness, it helps our soul more than we know.

All my love for our sweethearts in Iraq.

We take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He go days or weeks without running water.



We complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.



We complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.




We put on anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.




You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.




We go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got our order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.




We make our bed and wash our clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.




We go to the mall and get our hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.




We're angry because our class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.




We call our girlfriend or boyfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.




We hug and kiss our girlfriend or boyfriend, like we do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.




We roll our eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.




We criticize our government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.





We hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.




We see only what the media wants us to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.




We are asked to go to the store by our parents. We don't.
He is expected to do what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.




We stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.

We take so much for granted, me especially. I do believe in having self respect and love for yourself but I believe in being kind and I do believe respecting and loving others as well. My friends and family say I am a push over. Only in kindness I am, no one can take me from my faith, no one can tell me how to feel. I have to be me. If I was not a christian I know I would be un happy, I would always have this empty feeling, a at first it would need to always fill that emptiness and at first it would feel good but it wouldn't last, Id always be looking for more more more. Thats the only way I know how to describe my peace.