Being born in the United States is like winning the lottery. We are the land of the free and the home of the brave. For my whole life I’ve felt appreciative of my county of birth.
But recently, I’ve begun to question this. Are we the land of the free? Are we the home of the brave? Are we really this great country?
This is the first time in my life I’ve questioned my faith in the United States. This is the first time I’ve begun to feel embarrassed about being an American.
This must be like the shock a child feels when they learn the truth about Santa. This must be the confusion someone feels when they begin to question their Faith and question God.
As I watch not only politicians but regular citizens tear each other down and create a deeper divide. I’ve also watched as politicians tear the fabric of our democracy for a power play, to win.
I am left feeling sad. I am confused about what to do next. As much as I believe it is important to fight, I also am losing faith that the fight is worth fighting. I think that is what bothers me the most, wondering it it’s worth the fight.