Why Do I Pursue My Own Bubble?

I struggle communicating my thoughts and feelings with those around me. Yet there is so much I want to do to spread and exemplify my love for the beautiful world around me that I have the opportunity to experience, but I cannot do that within my own bubble. There are so many injustices in the world and I have a long life ahead of me and the idea of not working to make some sort of an impact is incomprehensible, hence my desire to seek a career path in international relations. I want to dedicate time to foster children who have yet to find a home, wherever in the world that may be. Innocence, a source of endless smiles and laughter, the mental picture of children on the playground, that is the picture of children. That is the image of infectious grins and a brief purity that has yet to be corrupted by the hardships of this world. Kids are adored and protected, but orphans cannot fully partake in this innocence. They have been dumped straight into a world of struggles, a world lacking affection, care, protection and family. According to The Congressional Coalition on Adoption Institute, there areas estimated 153 million living without love, without family, with very small amounts of hope and without the euphoric blamelessness of
Race is problem. Our society tries to imagine that it is not, but our brains cannot resist the urge to compare people with the conventional images. Intelligent, dimwitted, bad drivers, psychotic, penniless, and so on. It is easy to distinguish yourself based on your race, but it’s even easier to pre-judge others. Race is identifying with culture, family or certain countries, it has nothing to do with potential, achievement or capability. Potential isn’t measured by color. Therefore, racism shouldn’t have any bounds to