Fractured Dreams Make the World Turn

 Sad as it may be, the under-privileged are the back-bone of society, the world keeps spinning because of them. The choice of chasing one’s dream is for those that exist with privilege or people who are driven to forge their own path regardless of the consequences. Unfortunately, the underprivileged need to care about the consequences to survive not to talk of even thrive. Which is why I find this topic of success and hard work to be tone deaf sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I believe that anyone from any social background can attain society’s definition of success but the question lies in the fairness of the game. What are the odds that other players would need to conquer?

Life isn’t fair. Every adult knows that but it’s highly unacceptable to act like it is when people are struggling to rise about water but you sit atop your penthouse and claim that they’re not fighting hard. You sneer at them and even click your tongue when your eyes meet or they pass by you because they reek of the chlorine that they were born into. A penthouse that may or may not have been built with your own will. An inherited penthouse that you were born into.

The underprivileged keep the world together by struggle. Picking a struggle looses its meaning when the fight is with life itself. The world keeps spinning because they are stuck in the pools doing the things that matter. It might not seem like they matter until they cease to exist and the pool is left dry.

Did you even think for a second about who built your penthouse? Was it their dream? You rescued them from the pool for a split second so they could build your house and what did they get? They got just enough to breathe for a few minutes but ultimately got thrown back into the pool. Some of them drown and get tossed to the deep end of the pool. It’s a lovely cycle but at least you get a penthouse so what’s the fuss?

“They have options though. Why are they living like this?” You always say that with disgust. “ Don’t they want better?” It’s exactly this or some variation of it. You chant about dreams and passions, inspirations and art. It’s a privilege really but you’re too high up to see.