Why Our First World Problems Aren't Really Problems

Why Our First World Problems Aren't Really Problems

The autocorrect on my iPhone always corrects word I don't want corrected. Ugh!

The other night, I went upstairs to my warm, cozy bed, threw on some slippers and reached for my phone charger that wasn't there. I had to crawl out of bed and walk all the way downstairs to get my iPhone charger. So annoying, right?

Let me give you a few more common examples of our "big" problems:

The remote is too far out of reach, so I have to stretch out just to grab it.

The autocorrect on my iPhone always corrects word I don't want corrected.

The heated seats in my car don't warm up fast enough.

The computer doesn't "save your password", so you have to type it in for yourself.

I need a nap, but it's too late in the day.

By no means am I saying that those situations (and others) are not annoying and frustrating. I am definitely guilty for sometimes being so wrapped up in things I want or how I want a situation to pan out; but at the end of the day, does it really matter if my college class ran 5 minutes too long, so I was late for my massage appointment. No, not really.

But, I am suggesting that next time we order a Starbucks and they put whipped cream on it when you said you didn't want it, think about the people in the world who would love to live in your shoes. Honestly, the poverty and hardships in other countries are completely out of our control; any donation helps, but you and me, singlehandedly, aren't going to fix this huge problem.

There's one, easy thing that each and every one of us can do. It takes little time and little effort: GRATITUDE. Say thank you to God when little or big problems happen in your life, because He purposefully picked you for your life and your path. But say thank you with empathy, because there are millions of our brothers and sisters living a challenging and arduous life in which we can't comprehend.

About 2 months ago, our paster was speaking about gratitude and how, every single day, we can express our gratitude through a small, unprompted deed for our brothers and sisters. I decided to take on the gratitude challenge our pastor encouraged us to do, and since then, I write a nice note of a quality I loved about them on the receipt before I leave. I mean, I have no idea how any of the waiters/waitresses react to it, but it's my way of expressing my appreciation for my life, the food I eat and for the person who gave me the service.

Again, there is no immediate fix to the devastating conditions across the world, but together, through small acts of kindness, through more patience, and through prayer, we are diminishing the phrase "first world problems".

Whether you live in the United States or of slowly developing countries, we are all brothers and sisters in Christ.

I challenge YOU, next time when you can't reach your charger, have to wait an extra 2 minutes for your coffee or a parking spot; take a moment and be thankful that those little situations are you're biggest problems.

Please watch the link below! It is only 1 minute long & I assure you, it will change how you view your current situations.


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My Love Letter To Morocco, The Place That Feels Like Home

How can I put my feelings into words?

There is no way to describe Morocco.

The culture, food, people and experience need adjectives that do not exist in any language. Throughout my life, I have had this desire to travel the entire world but Morocco changed that. Normally, I finish one trip and start thinking of where to venture to next, but there is nowhere else I want to go before I can see Morocco again.

Morocco has changed me in the best way. But this change has made it impossible for me to be truly happy in the US. There will always be a part of me missing and the only way I can be whole again is if I go back home to Morocco.

How do you explain this feeling?

It feels like I lived in Morocco in my past life. As soon as I landed in Casablanca I felt like I could breathe for the first time, like my life had just begun. My heart felt whole and it seemed like everything else disappeared. I wasn’t counting down the days until I left because it felt like we were there for years, for a lifetime. I forgot that this wasn’t actually my home and that I would have to say goodbye.

How do you explain the smells of spices and the craziness of markets to someone who has never experienced it?

Sure, you could shove turmeric in their faces but it isn’t the same. Markets in Morocco are filled with too many spices to count and aromas that you cannot describe. But the feeling of being in a Moroccan market is even harder to explain. Your heart is racing and your mind is tirelessly trying to make sense of everything your eyes are seeing. With 9,000 streets to wander down, there are endless things to explore and see. There are so many smiling children and hard workers everywhere and it is like nothing I have ever experienced in my life.

While most Moroccans speak some English, there is still a language barrier but I totally forgot about it. For example, our bus driver did not know any English, but during the breaking of the fast during Ramadan, he shared his food and a smile with me. We did not need to exchange words because sharing a meal gave us a very special connection. Another instance was in the hammam which is a public bathhouse. I was completely naked in a steam room of naked strangers, but I felt completely comfortable. One girl around my age was helping to show me the proper way to scrub and wash.

With eye contact, pointing and some giggles we were able to build a friendship for the time we sat there. It felt as if I could have life-long friendships with these people without ever saying a word and that is the most powerful connection I have ever felt.

Moroccans are so welcoming and kind.

When we had the opportunity to eat in our guide’s home, his mother and sister served the most beautiful meal and we all ate with our hands. We all laughed and raced to eat as much as we could before we popped, then we ate more! Food is definitely the love language of Morocco and I am all for it!

The worst thing anyone could do is to compare Morocco to America.

They are two different worlds! Morocco is perfect for anyone who is completely open minded and ready to try new things. You never know what to expect when you are traveling in Morocco, so throw your itinerary away because new adventures will pop up around every corner.

Two weeks was enough time for me to fall in love with Morocco and everyone I met there, but it wasn’t enough time for me to be there. I am positive I will visit again and hopefully call Morocco home. Morocco has changed me for the better and now I know I will never be as happy and fulfilled anywhere else in the world.

Shukran Morocco, I will see you soon.

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