I've said these words so many times before and I don't know whether I even deserve to say them anymore. I sat near the entrance of my dad's office building here in Sri Lanka, and I saw a couple of emaciated, stray dogs sleeping and trying to find food from a pile of garbage. The pile was also on fire, so the dogs were sniffing around the edges. They barely have a meal or even just fresh water. They drink out of a puddle of muddy water nearby.

There are also hundreds of people walking on the streets just across from the office. They stink of sweat and dirt, but they have the right to complain... Not me. I have no right to complain about the life I have. Most of the children here don't even have a proper education or a decent meal on the table when they get home. I've had a proper education and I have a meal waiting for me everyday at the same table at home. I'm overweight but I am healthy. My lungs have had the blessing of fresh air for seven years now. The people here in Sri Lanka would be lucky to get even one breath of fresh air. The pollution is disgusting and makes me wonder why life can be so cruel. I wish I could do something to help the people around me. I wish I could make them feel lucky for even just a second. I'm just one person though.

I fed one of those dogs a bit of my lunch today. I felt embarassed to go near them with so many people looking at me and wondering if I'm mad because they show no care in the world for them. I brought myself to doing it though, and I am so glad that I did. I'm sure that dog has never had a clean meal in its entire life. I can't stand to look outside the windows of our car whenever we drive around because it just depresses me. I keep thinking about the life I have and the life I used to have... The life I'm living right now.

I know that I'll always say those words. I know that I'll hate my life at times, but I should be so grateful of the life I have. I guess nobody is perfect though...