All we have is time…
I’ve woken up at the other end of being young. And sometimes I look forward to the old days.
It’s so hard to understand why life happens the way it does. I mean start at the very beginning,we’re born to two parents, if they’re both still around by then, but you don’t get to choose who your born to, so you have no idea whether your to born to yellow parents or black ones or white ones or Christian ones or Muslim or … you get the picture right? Right!
But as time passes and the cycle begins, we become conscious and we learn, if we choose to, and then all of a sudden it really matters who we were born too because we get to meet all the others and some are have’s and some are have nots and some are nasty and some are kind and some are greedy and others are hungry, why were they born to hunger, why were so many of the “have plenty’s” also the selfish people, hording more than life requires quite happy to watch the poor suffer and not bat an eyelid, other than to comment to show sensitivity rather than change a life.
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