It is day 3 of my a-post-a-day challenge!

My topic of the day is privilege.

I can safely say that I’ve led a privileged life so far. In my 17 (almost 18) years of living, I have never been left wanting. I grew up in a three-level house with both parents who loved me. I went to private school for a number of years and my parents have saved up enough money for me and my sisters to go to college and not have debts after. So, I’m blessed to have the advantages that I’ve had in life.

They say that it isn’t the underprivileged people that should be pitied-it should be those who have never known hardship and what its like to start from nothing-that should be pitied. The ones that start with nothing can only go up, and they know much better what its like to work hard-to work harder than the privileged person.

I like to think that I don’t act as spoiled as I am-but I know that the amount of money my parents have means nothing if the advantages that they’ve provided me with are wasted.

I know that in the end, their sheltering and coddling of me and my sisters only put us at a disadvantage.

But never let it be said that I’m ungrateful, because I am grateful for all they’ve done for me.

I’ve never really considered until now how much I’ve lost and I’ve gained from being borne in the station that I am in now.

I’ve never felt a true desire to work hard in my life.

I’ve never had the same motivation to be part of everything in school that my friends had.

I’ve never been the smartest or the prettiest or the most popular. I adored being completely average in every way.

I’ve always had the comfort of knowing that if I messed up-it was okay because my parents would be able to help me.

I’ve never worried too much about college and future careers because my parents always had me believe that things will always work out in the end.

I know that all of this makes me sound like an incredibly lazy, and unmotivated person- and I would say that its not inaccurate-but at the same time I feel like I’m happy that I didn’t end up way worse than I did. Because I know myself and I know my flaws quite well-so I know that I have the potential to be really awful and I know I have the potential to work as hard as everyone else.

I like to think that I was raised to be a good, law-abiding person, but we’re all flawed.

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