Thursday, December 5, 2013

Sympathizing a Comparison

Hello reader, I'm just going to plummet right into my thoughts for the day. My university is encompassed around a run down area of the city. Lawns are not maintained properly, the houses are deteriorating and crime occurs more frequently than not. My school always provides opportunities for us young adults to improve and give back to this rickety community. As I got off of work today, I saw a young girl who was probably around the age of 8 or 9, holding her what I would assume to be her brother's hand, who was around the age of 4. This picture was very concerning to me. Although this area is in fact run down, I did not understand how one individual at the age of 8 could be taking care of her brother and walking through this neighborhood. Once I started to feel sympathy, I realized that that was how I was when I was around that young child's age. I was taking care of my brother and watching out for him because of my unfit biological mother. However, I don't feel sympathy for myself. It seemed normal at the time but when looking at it from an outside perspective, I wish that I could do something. I don't think that a child should be taking care of another child. It's bothersome. I do not really understand why I felt the need to blog this but I did. Maybe it's to get back into this whole blogging thing. Other than that, I do hope that you are doing splendid, reader. I've been stressed recently with school and work and financial issues. But I know everything is going to work out in the end. I'm learning to look on the positive side of things because I noticed lately that the negative aspect of things is what I tend to lean towards. Not only am I beginning to be more positive, but I'm learning to not be oversensitive. It is a trial and error type process but I am really trying. :) I hope you are slowly winding down the year of 2013 with little to no stress. I will get back to you, reader, with many more thoughts that run through my mind if you would like. God bless. xo, Kayla