We live but we are far from living. The noise in our heads limits our capabilities and abilities. A moments rest is imagined but even then that’s noise. I lay awake thinking and hoping for a breakthrough, an opportunity but who defines that opportunity, is it me or the man next to me. It feels like my destiny is in someone’s hands. How does one have absolute control without money? Is that even possible? I have heard of men starting from humble beginnings. There is nothing humble about being poor. Maybe it should be called “from disgrace beginnings.” The truth doesn’t sit well does it? The world is ruled by bankers, they talk about us in numbers, forgetting the human soul and sometimes I wonder if they have souls at all. We are slaves of the complex world that we created. We go to schools of higher learning so as to specialize in this complex web of a system. A lost generation, leaders don’t know the way and those that do are sidelined because they think different. Nations are falling on their knees because of a few individuals that are greedy. … It's human nature right *shake my head* (to be continued)