Learning Through Hunger

It’s 11:26PM and all I can think about is how very hungry I am. I’m staring at my laptop trying to make sense of what the Youtube data analytics course is saying to me because the pangs of hunger have become louder than the teacher’s voice. It feels as though my instructor is talking to a brick wall. If someone had told me two years ago that this is how my life would be today, I would have laughed and told them to stop joking. But right now, alone in this space, I can only think of how hard it is to start from scratch as a young person and having to look out for yourself as a young girl living in a country where life is already ahead of you 4–none.

Since this year started, I’ve constantly tried to view life with a more positive lens, but I’ll be honest when I say it hasn’t been so easy to do so. How do you stay positive when all you see around you is poverty, ruin, and destruction? How do you see the better side when all life has given you is a broken lens to view from?

This is not self pity. If there’s anything I hate more than eating beans, it’s pitying myself or giving anyone the power to do so to me. I just want to vent here because I have no one to talk to. I’m the eldest daughter and all my life I’ve figured things out on my own. It’s quite tiring, but it’s the way I’ve survived.