I am currently in Hawaii.
It shocks and amuses me to see all the different cultures, accents and realities.
As we walked Waikiki streets at night, we watched the street performers, we listened to the desperate pleas for us to buy their goods, or simply tell their boss they referred us.
But where do these people go home to?
What do these people go home to?
Are they faced with a disappointing reality? Struggling for food, for water, for warmth and companionship.
I want to help them, but is such a goal reachable?
But where do these people go home to?
What do these people go home to?
Are they faced with a disappointing reality? Struggling for food, for water, for warmth and companionship.
I want to help them, but is such a goal reachable?
The truth is, its not.
I may be able to give them money, or buy what they're selling, but I can't give all my money,
I may be able to give them money, or buy what they're selling, but I can't give all my money,
What would that leave me with?
I sound selfish, I sound rude.
But it's a simple truth. I can't save the world, nor the people in it.
I am enjoying this holiday, enjoying the freedom and relaxation, the climate and people around me.
But it saddens me that while I am enjoying myself. While I'm eating nice foods, buying nice clothes, there are people sleeping on the streets, people making a huge amount of effort, just to raise money for their next meal.
Reality isn't fair. In some cases, it's just cruel. The worst part is, I can't change that.
P.S. Today I, got the nod from a Real American Gangster, got invited to a party with a bunch of random men and twirled my hair while listening to a French man try to sell me a wind chime (until mum said, "I'm going shopping while my daughter stays to listen to your accent") Hawaii is fun.
I have also decided, as I am currently having an obsession with the French, that I am going to marry a Frenchman.
Just in case you were wondering..
I sound selfish, I sound rude.
But it's a simple truth. I can't save the world, nor the people in it.
I am enjoying this holiday, enjoying the freedom and relaxation, the climate and people around me.
But it saddens me that while I am enjoying myself. While I'm eating nice foods, buying nice clothes, there are people sleeping on the streets, people making a huge amount of effort, just to raise money for their next meal.
Reality isn't fair. In some cases, it's just cruel. The worst part is, I can't change that.
P.S. Today I, got the nod from a Real American Gangster, got invited to a party with a bunch of random men and twirled my hair while listening to a French man try to sell me a wind chime (until mum said, "I'm going shopping while my daughter stays to listen to your accent") Hawaii is fun.
I have also decided, as I am currently having an obsession with the French, that I am going to marry a Frenchman.
Just in case you were wondering..
