I just heard that a former student of mine was killed over his iPhone.
His iPhone.
It's things like this that has changed me from the person I used to be. I wish I could say that I was the same girl that I was just 5 or so years ago. The truth is, I've begun to realize that it's close to impossible to live a 100% worry-free, happy-go-lucky life. What I've found to be the most difficult struggle is wiping the slate clean so that I'm not jaded anymore.
The thing is, the easiest thing to do is to succumb to the negativity. Let it break you. But I refuse to do that. I refuse to believe that life is just full of disappointment, heartbreak, loss and sorrow. I refuse to believe that there isn't any good left in the world. I refuse to believe that people are truly evil.
But why do these bad things happen? I find that the suffering of children is the worst of them all. Why do young people die? Why are there so many starving children in the world? Why do some parents treat their children like shit while others are praying for just one healthy child?
I don't get it.
