The Third World People are Better

Third world, third world country, third world human. Upon creation, these terms were not meant to have a negative connotation. In fact, they only mean to classify or to be helpful in the orientation of the worlds. But over time, society has made them anything but pleasant. When you say third world, you are right in assuming that country to be in a harder state of progress than that of the superpowers such as Europe or U.S.A. It is, after all, the definition of “Third World.” But to belittle those from the third world would be a great mistake. The third world people are better.

Loss is a reality in the life of those who live in the third world. Coming from a country full of hardships, they know that everything – their job, their house, their family, are nothing but grains of sand. One falter in step and all will just slip away right between their fingers. They know that the possibility of them begging in the streets for food someday can become a reality. “Fate is a fickle woman,” they would say. And as cliché as that phrase is, no one can deny the truth its words bear.

I remember hearing about the Great Depression in America and visualizing people in the streets shivering during winter. After all, that was the picture that the media portrayed. But even in the worst of their times, the first world people are still better off than the people of the third world. They did not die from starvation, nor did they have to sell their children to the blacker trades. They lost their jobs, yes, even their houses. But the government was there to help them with food, and their children’s education was shouldered. It was not stability that the first world humans lost during the Great Depression. It was pride. But for those of the third world, stability is a luxury valued.

Those of the third world know the value of things: be it physical or clerical. Since they know loss, they know that the blessings they enjoy in their lives now are temporary. They know that they should not only cherish the things they have, but also nurture them. Growing in opulence, those of the first world are wasteful. Food that has been left out of the fridge overnight, they throw away. After all, they will think “I can always buy more.” But more can become less in the blink of an eye. And oftentimes, they realize this a moment too late.

It is even worst with their families. If the first world human tires from their musings, s/he will not hesitate to throw them away. The family has become a dispensable aspect in their life. Unlike the third world people, they do not see that in the end, it is not one’s self but family that truly makes life richer.

It is this self-absorption that makes the first world people lesser than those of the third world. Too caught up in their own world, they fail to see the bigger picture. The third world people dream to be part of that world: to be part of something better. They have lived a life filled with hardships and pain. Of course, they would yearn for a relief to all these challenges that life throws at them. And they know the world is bursting with endless possibilities. They know that out there, there may be something better, so they push onwards, searching for those greener pastures. They grow within themselves in greater depth and values than the stationary people in time.

What I say cannot be held true to everyone. There are always the exceptions, the better men and women who have made something off their lives regardless of which country they have come from. But for the most part, it is a truth we cannot deny, a truth often overlooked in the grand scheme of life. The third world people are better. In my eyes, they always will be.

Running on Euphoria
Lurlyn Mae Carmona

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