“You can always tell how much danger Anderson Cooper is in by how tight his clothing is. If he’s in the bulky, yellow slicker, then it’s a hurricane that’s still off shore. If he’s in a khaki vest, he’s maybe in the green zone in Baghdad. But when he’s in the child-size white T-shirt, bullets are flying. He’s getting punched. He’s pulling kittens out of the rubble. So what I’m saying is, if you ever see Anderson Cooper with his shirt off… turn off your television and run.”—Seth Meyers
I’ve just finished watching CNN Hero of the Year. It’s been five years — five years of honoring men and women who do extraordinary things.
I’m not going to lie — I cried. I cried a lot. It’s amazing how selfless some people can be.
And then you have people like us. Happy-go-lucky, spoilt brats.
We have enough to sleep, to eat, to enjoy life and yet we fail to realize how lucky we are. Everyday, we are complaining; complaining that we can’t have this amazing dress, complaining our parents are being too strict, complaining that life isn’t going our way.
But then you wake up and realize how lucky you are. I know I did.
I don’t have to worry about how I’ll survive the next day. My meals are planned out for me. I have clothes to wear, soap to use, computers to use. Sure, there’s a rock that gets thrown my way once in a while, but I never once had to ponder about the necessities of life.
It’s like an undercooked cake.
On the surface, everything seems well and fine, but dig a little deeper and you’ll find the rest of the cake isn’t up to par.
(Oh, and sidenote: Yes, Anderson Cooper looked wonderful. Quoting Jerry Seinfield, his tie really brings out his eyes.)