Petty lives, petty minds.

when someone complains to me about how they haven't seen their family in a couple days and they miss them, or that they just broke up with there boyfriend and they are sad about it,  or they got in a big argument with their mom and now is grounded, then end it all with "how could it get any worse? I'm so hard done by!"" it takes all i can to not say it actually can  get worse, much worse.For example you could never be able to see your family again because they are all dead, or you could not ever have been in a relationship with that someone because they can't stand the sight of you, your mother may be so mentally unstable that it is unsafe to fall asleep at night without closing your door. This is even petty compared to other problems in the world, very petty. please, don't think  I'm  being harsh, I"m simply just saying go take your petty problems to someone who also has a petty life, and a small mind to agree with you, pat you on the shoulder, maybe even give you a hug, saying "you will get through it" . i can tell you that too. no, you won't die from being grounded, no, you don't have to cry yourself to sleep every night because the last time you saw your family you told them in a fit of rage that you never wanted to see them again... and you never did. no, you won't dwell on these "hard times" forever, wishing you could go back and change something you said, something that may change your future with them forever. You will get through this. I promise.

but before you come up to me and whine about this and that, think about any third-world country,

think about a child, who HAS no parents, or home, or family.

this child, sleeps in a shanty, eats scraps when they can find them, starves when they can't, has no clothing, or shoes.

this child hides from the invading soldiers, the ones who will shoot one site, this child runs from civilization, because they will be killed if they stop and look at the burning buildings, the bodies of loved ones, the rubble, the fire and explosions. this child still carries on.

  And never once has this child complained about being hard-done by.

Then imagine this child being shot-down by enemy soldiers, imagine their frail corpse,  falling to the blood-stained earth. imagine this, pure, innocent child, dying, because they weren't rich enough to hide in a big mansion, this child, untouched by greed and evil, being killed because of those two very elements of humanity.

Now, please continue, i do believe you were about to tell me about you having too much homework.