Ashlin's Entry - Does my privilege decide for me?

 

Ashlin's Entry - Does my privilege decide for me?

        I was appreciative of all my parents gave me when I was a child. From a place I can call home, food to eat, clothing to wear, the ability to attend a good school, and the necessities for daily life. Although I wish I had the toy that other children have, I am grateful for the ones I possess, and it's okay since my parents taught me to be contented with what I have. Yes, I am comfortable and happy with my life since I have the freedom to do whatever I want and play with other kids on our neighborhood. Back then, I always believed that I had everything I could possibly want.

 

        When I started to grow up, my perspective changed; as I become older, expenses increase and become more important. Growing up, I've learned that it's difficult to get what I want and that we should always put our needs first; what we want is almost never an option. As I've become older, my enviousness of those individuals who have privileges is growing as well. People with privilege don't need to consider ways to get money, they don't hear their parents argue about money, and choosing a college is also not a concern for them because they may select their preferred school without worrying about costs. They basically have the freedom to do whatever they want, while those of us in the middle class can do it if we have the money. They can travel wherever or whenever they want. Other well-off people lack class; they may be wealthy, but class cannot be acquired. Being privileged does not give

you the right to be ignorant of other people; you should still respect others despite being from a different social class since you are still a person with morals and dignity. Being middle class by birth presents many challenges, and these challenges highlight how unfair society is to the lower and middle classes.

 

        Despite the difficulties of being a middle-class person, there are moments when I just accept what I have and am grateful to be alive and pursuing my studies. As a middle class, isn't all hardship because my parents always find a way to treat us, take us to our favorite restaurants, and give us rewards if we succeed. I'm happy with that. I occasionally find myself thinking about these things and wondering about what might have been. Instead, these ideas act as a motivation to work hard in school so that I will be successful enough to repay my parents for all they did to help us survive in this society.