We are all promised something.

Whether it be love, wealth, company, or leadership, it’s all within one world, distributed by fate, itself. And even though we depend on these things, not everyone receives a promise, leaving them with the air to blame. There is no outlet to release the anger, or the displeasure. So we all stay quiet, while the few who get these luxuries push us aside, into the dust.

Since when does one individual deserve more than another? This is the fatal concept I don’t understand. We are all one race. Human. We are all citizens of one place. The world. We are all looking for one thing. Life. And we all hold onto something. Hope.