Life’s Burnouts.
Coming from someone that has grown up a first-generation, with immigrant parents who moved across the world in hopes to achieve the best for their kids and provide a better life, it sucks having to say that anything at this point lacks motivation to me. Having to hear their background, the ups and downs, the accomplishments, the failures, their history, all of it makes me feel less human. It makes me feel lazy, and I hate it. I may be very young but experiencing life burnout is a huge issue and way too many people struggle with it, and it’s not talked about that often. There are people who just pack up their things and leave for the better. They drop everything they had, their families, their friends, their jobs, to come to America typically and give their family the best life with the best opportunities. That’s what my parents did. Growing up here I had a much more simple life than I would’ve growing up in a third-world country. I’m able to go to school when and where I want, I’m able to get a job if I please, I can wear whatever I want, and a lot of other countries don’t necessarily have that, so saying that “I don’t see the purpose of trying so hard every day when nothing really matters,” fills me with a pang of guilt like no other. I’ve listened to podcasts, I’ve watched movies, I’ve heard songs that all touch on the issues of what most call lifes burnouts. In a way, hearing other’s perspectives makes me feel like less of a shitty person. So here’s mine.