A really random late night thought:

I just reblogged a post on tumblr depicting a cartoon summary of this girl Malala's fight for the right for education. She was shot in the head by a man related to the Taliban since they had banned women from the right to education.

She was shot in the head for wanting an education as a basic right.

Through this, I realized that I take my education for granted. I'm a huge spoiled brat. People in other parts of the world are dying and suffering just to get an education and here I am being lazy and procrastinating as my parents pay my way through a university level education and the luxury of a degree.

Miraculously, Malala survived the shot to the head and is still fighting for women's right to an education. Now I may not be a woman, but her story still serves its message that I need to be grateful for my education.

I am blessed. And with this blessing I am responsible.

There's a lot of suffering and crying out in the world, and I'm called to be a part of it, and to love it and heal it to the best of my talents and abilities.

It's time to work harder.