I’m selfish for hating to go on public buses, because their condition is far from adequate.
I’m selfish for continually watching American cable TV, because the local TV channels are filled with nothing but tacky soap operas and cheap entertainments.
I’m selfish for not enjoying the scenery whenever I drive around the city, because the sights of street children and beggars everywhere are sure not pretty.
I’m selfish for having a second thought of whom I may choose on the presidential election, because, well, how could we all not?
I’m selfish for always comparing my country to others that had achieved their independence later than mine, nevertheless develops faster and stronger in time.
I’m selfish for questioning, where did all that money go? To national growth or corporate greed?
I’m selfish for never rolling my window down on a morning city drive, simply because I don’t want to get killed by the carbon-monoxide pollution.
I’m selfish for realizing the big contrast between the rich and the poor, and who eats whom.
I’m selfish for doubting them as they say “Treasure our own culture”, because all I can see is their willingness to let Westernization in and turn ethnic morality into a form of ambiguity.
I’m selfish for wishing I could fly, so I don’t have to waste one-third of my day getting stuck in a chaotic traffic jam.
I’m selfish for wondering how the geographical benefits we had at first could turn into a profit for wealthy nations with dominating powers and left us nothing with but defeat.
I’m selfish for wanting to get out, to escape; because overtime, my faith in my own country is getting distorted in shape.
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