“Honestly, y’all can keep your change. I just need a smile today. Can someone please just give me a smile?” Through my music, my stream of consciousness inner monologue, and the sounds of the city, my heart breaks. Removing both earbuds this time, I turn on my heel to see him sitting on his bucket, smiling out with open arms, simply asking for the return of human compassion.
Call your parents to say thank you.
“Give a man a fish and you’ll feed him for a day, teach a man how to fish and you’ll feed him for a lifetime.” An old saying that rings true to the present. Education, I believe, is the key to remove such dependency.
Our lives intersect in a way that we can learn from one another.
So far, it’s been almost five years since I relocated. I have a bachelor’s degree, student loan debt (but less than most people), and live with my wife and her unemployed mother in a 100-year-old house that is in constant need of repairs. Here are the things that my wife and I have thought about while we still struggle to make ends meet after we had both been flush.
It’s the age old concept of “money can’t buy love,” and it’s true. It can’t.
As soon as I realized that what I have, in a third-world country, is something senseless, selfish and superficial, yes, but more so something praised for its self-discipline and commonalities with Mary-Kate Olsen, I stopped talking about it. I refuse to be lauded for this disorder.
You can’t eat a soccer ball.
What you earn you have to earn by showing the world that you are strong, confident, intelligent, and important.
Most people would be offended by this.