Hello guys, I literally just stopped working to write this. I often think of how the world is set up. How everything doesn't seem to make sense, I suppose it shouldn't but sometimes I wish someone would try to explain why one man can afford to buy an island while another sleeps on the streets hungry almost every night.
The whole setting used to make me so angry, maybe it's cause I've had my share of lack. But nowadays it just breaks my heart reading people's faces and seeing despair. I have cried more tears for others than I have for myself but even that didn't change their painful lives.
It took a while to understand that anger and tears will never change this world, not even my love. But I can change mine, I can help a hungry child, cloth a begging man, and hopefully afford to house the homeless I come across. The reality is my dear there will always be a billionaire that doesn't deserve his/her riches and a poor man with so much love that he deserves not an island but the world.
It is how it is, the rich, the poor, and the 'barely surviving'. But darling, do good with the little you have and when you finally get a lot, be a deserving rich person.