How lucky was I as a kid, that I could just play around in the streets. I didn’t have a care in the world. People would keep an eye out for me. I was always safe.

How lucky am I now that I get to go to school. Be educated. Find a job. I get to say what I want. I get to do what I love. I get to be me.

How lucky am I that I have a future. That I have safety. Not everyone is lucky like that. Not everyone can live in freedom. But I have hope for the world. That one day, maybe when I’m no longer around, all will be good. And everyone will be that lucky


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