The World is Fucked

I refuse to admit that I am powerless, that the world is fucked and I can do nothing about it. That’s why I am currently on a Ryanair flight to Greece to volunteer with refugees with the charity Action for Education. I’m going to try and do something.

There are a lot of terrible things happening in the world, and a lot of people doing things to try to help. From domestic violence and the Me Too Movement to human rights and the Refugee Crisis to the environment and Extinction Rebellion, we’ve got a lot of problems. To me, they all stem from the same broken foundation – respect.

Respect: to give a fair consideration to and give sufficient attention to the feelings, wishes, or rights of others.

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We have disrespected the past, the people, and the planet for too long and now everything is fucked. Funny how the definition of ‘to fuck’ has two meanings.

to have sexual intercourse with someone; to damage or ruin something or someone.

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I myself have been a victim of disrespect. I myself have been fucked.  Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I’ve decided to focus on the good in my life. Instead of feeling guilty about what I can’t do, I’m going to celebrate what I can. Even though I may have been unhappy, I always had financial security and emotional support from family and friends. Some people have neither. I believe, and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights confirms,

“Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care, and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age, or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond his control.”

I was raised in Calabasas, and I loathe everything it stands for. How many cars do you need for you to feel successful? How many holidays do you need to go on for you to feel valued? How big does your house need to be for you to be happy? I have never met as many miserable, shallow, and stupid people as I have in Calabasas. I reject the definition of success that Calabasas represents, and choose to create my own.

I choose instead to use my privilege to try to help those without even the basic standard of living who have had to leave their homes because of circumstances beyond their control. I choose to welcome refugees to Europe; I choose love.

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