With my blog being every single week, I like to keep in mind the current events of the world, as well as holidays that may fall on a Monday whenever I can. Today just so happens to be the 4th of July! Now, the first thing that naturally comes to mind when I think of July 4th are the colors red, white, and blue. The second thing is barbecue. I suppose holidays mean a little bit more to people in the work force since you get a day off most of the time. For someone like me, however, it's sort of just another day. It has also come to light in recent years, that I (or probably a lot of people) don't know much about histories and origins of some specially observed days in America. We just really love having barbecues! Anywho, today is a day to celebrate this country that I come from. On this day in 1776, the Declaration of Independence was ratified, separating the 13 colonies from the British Empire (Brexit style!). With all of its problems and downfalls, I was born on this here American soil. And ya know what? I'm glad!
No, I'm not delusional. Yes, I'm aware of this country's less than exemplary past. I've even seen a few statuses on my social media feed about how a day commemorating America's "greatness" is nothing to celebrate (which I really should totally ignore. The more I learn about people, their opinions, and the things they choose to share with the rest of the world, the more I wanna be a cat). I can definitely relate to where the anger towards America would stem from. The history of the nation speaks for itself! Kick out the Native Americans, claim the land as your own, import slaves from other countries, have world wars almost every single year the country has been in existence... pretty horrendous! That's one reason I really don't get that "make America great again" slogan...like when is it specifically that Trump remembers America to be the glistening epitome of greatness?
Anywho, I think about this country with all of its problems, yet I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I were to be born anywhere else. As they say, the grass is always greener. What if I WERE to be born someplace like Africa? I could only imagine how different my life would be. Not to say it would be worse or even better, but it would for certain be drastically different. Would I then think of all the transgressions of Africa? Would I fantasize about life elsewhere? Like America? What if I were born in North Korea? Would I even KNOW anything about America to be envious of? Due to the circus of an election that has been going on this year, I have overheard many conversations about wanting to move to our neighbor to the north, Canada. Sure we're going through some crazy times here, but does that mean we just abandon everything and run away? Why not stay and try to make it work?
This kinda reminds me of a dysfunctional family. We are born into the families we are born into. There is nothing we can do about that no matter how long we live, and no matter how far we try to get away. A family relationship is different than any other kind. We do not choose our family, and there is no "break up" that will erase the blood ties. There is no denying your heritage. Even though a family may be dysfunctional, the best thing you can do is love your family, and be proud of where you came from. If anything, you can try to help your insane family members in any way you can.
I'm sure every country has their fair share of problems, just like we do here. Bottom line is, I'm glad I am who I am, from where I am, even from WHEN I am (Imagine being born in another time period? Yikes! Yet maybe, cool?). Wherever you are from, be proud of that. Be grateful for every single factor that makes you YOU, no matter what. I'll try to help make this place great however I can.
P.s. No, but seriously, I need to crash like 10 BBQs.
P.p.s. Did you know that America really HAS been at war most of the time it's been in existence? There have only been 21 years where we weren't!
P.p.p.s. I suppose if I really had to pick anywhere else to be born, it would probably be somewhere near Tahiti or Bora Bora. I swear I was an island girl in a former life (or an Italian, because I really REALLY love pasta).