I was just thinking this today when I was having another of those conversations with my mom where she was talking about that I’m immature because I don’t work hard enough and about how she and our family have seen and suffered things that I haven’t been through, especially about when they immigrated to the U.S. So I thought, why do people work so hard? We all just do it so we can have a better life, right? But then when we get there, we just die and it all goes away, but then we use the excuse of saying that we’re leaving a better life for our future generations so they don’t have to go through the process of having to work as hard as we did to get a better life. In reality we aren’t helping them because now they wouldn’t know what it’s like to have to work for a better life and they would just live thinking that it’s just there. Really, no one truly understands anyone else except themselves and it’s only a fantasy to think that we’ll find someone out there who really understands our thoughts and feelings. My mom always says suffering and hard work creates good character and it’s true. It’s not that I don’t appreciate what I have now, but I can’t really go through what they went through. It passed and I will never know how it was because today is today and it is not yesterday and I can only follow through with what is in front of me. Therefore, that is why I think life is hypocritical. We work hard for something, we become better people, and that is for ourselves and ourselves only. We as humans can only be selfish and live for today and make the best out of what we have in front of us now. We have to be selfish or there would be no point in living. We can’t help other people because they have to live through their own experiences and create a path of their own life. The only thing we can do is point them in the right direction.