Perhaps there are some things I am taking for granted. But I still fail to see what’s so special about this country I am living in.
Canada isn’t bad, but it’s not that great either. It’s whatever to me.
I want more from my country. I don’t feel Canadian. I want to feel Canadian, I really do.
But I wasn’t raised Canadian. I was raised in Canada. But not as a Canadian.
(On a side note, I’ve never understood how immigrants try and learn Canadian culture when they come here. I feel that when they come here and try and learn to be Canadian, they’re really learning the acceptable way of living in the west. They’re learning western ideals. Their idea of beauty changes, their way of thinking, and even doing.)
So because of my detachment, I find myself comparing other countries to live in,
and concluding that Canada is peaceful & boring.
It’s a wannabe Britain
Like a student who pays utmost attention in class and desperately tries to please the teacher
And a less rowdy America
Like that same student, that is surrounded by other distracting students, and notices that her neighbour would rather not listen to or pay attention to the teacher but rebel. Our once focused student unfortunately, ends up losing her attention span, and joining in with her other peer.
Your background, where you or your parents are from will sometimes influences how you see the current country you live in.
For example…My Afghan coworker loves Canada, she thinks she has more freedom here, and appreciates the peacefulness.
Freedom and peacefulness, I personally take for granted. I’ve never had either threatened in the same way…
And how would I? Look where my parent’s are from. They’re not from some kind of suppressive or communist regime.
Sure life would have been more rough if I were born where my parent’s were and not here.
I am not blind, I see for myself what kind of life I could have been living.
But even then. I don’t appreciate Canada the way I should.