As I sat here comfortably, drinking coffee, typing nonsense into my keyboard, the view that I see would put a thought in my mind, is this world really fair? people pushing their carts with a stove full of hot oil, a man dressed in clown suit holding a paint bucket, they are not lacking on their effort yet here I am a few meters away, separated by a glass door, earning more money a month than they make probably for an entire year.

If the world is fair according to God, it would never be in material sense, but is it really fair for me to say that, sitting here on a chair with air con blasting into my face?. Do I feel pity or just trying to justify my position? what is fair and not fair?

A modern world creates a new value where one worth is only seen through material possession, what about genuine compassion for each other, what part of humanity left besides their effort to feed themselves and put a big comfortable bed in their home so that they can sleep soundly at night, is it what humanity has been reduced to?

I am not pretending that I have a solution for every problem, I don’t, what I have is a concern that it won’t hold for long whatever thats worth. It is a privilege to be able to concern about other people and yet I feel like most would call it pretentious.

God help me if this feeling is an attempt of self deception to feel compassion, meld it into my heart so that it will become part of me.