I wish everyone a happy weekend! Today I present you to Blogger Bubble, which is like a category for discussion posts. If you look in the Oxford Dictionary the meaning of the word bubble, among the various meanings, you will find:
- A transparent domed cover or enclosure / a place or position that is protected from danger or unpleasant reality.
- Used to refer to a good or fortunate situation that is isolated from reality or unlikely to last.
I think this word fits perfectly for the topics I will talk about.
You won’t probably read this post, but I need to let everything out. So here we go with the post!
This is one of the bad. Everyone has good days and bad days. Today is the latter.
I was waiting for the bus when some guys on motorcycles insulted me because I’m Chinese. Though I had already heard those words, they hurt like the first time. I’m tired, and the more I think about it, the more angry and sad I become.
I want people to see me for who I am, and not for what I am. I’m not asking for something hard, am I?
The shape of my eyes, the color of my skin, the shape of my body, my sexuality, all of them don’t define me. My emotions, my character, my mind, my actions define me.
I’m shy, most times I daydream too much and I’m definitely not the typical “Chinese girl”. I don’t know where I fit. I’m certainly not Italian, but I’m not completely Chinese either. It seems that no matter what I do, I don’t belong to anything.
People doesn’t really think about the reason other people leave their homeland. My parents came to Italy looking for a better life. Like everyone else. So why does exist a line that divides us?
I’m ashamed of this world, I’m ashamed of what I am, though there’s no reason, and I’m ashamed of those ignorant people. We’re all humans, we hurt, we bleed, we survive, we live. If we were all the same, I think life would be boring.
And before I bore you to death, listen carefully to this words: cherish other cultures, cherish everyone, there’s no thing such as difference among us humans.