See.

Where’s their chance? Where’s their opportunity to get a taste of the pleasure of thinking about something more than what they are going to eat? Where’s their path of redemption out of poverty?

Here I am living in another country, experiences what my parents could only dream of seeing, faced with the question of what will I do after I leave. With a multitude of options at my feet, I can’t seem to see which direction to go. I know that with such security and opportunity comes great responsibility, but what can I do?

They have nothing, their main concern is where will they sleep. Where will their next meal come from? Will they make it to morning, be safe and warm? Their possessions are little to none, so how in the world could they conceive a dream to chase after? Maybe they can, but where is their hope to achieve it? Where is their hope to believe it is possible? Who will walk with them? Who will offer their hand in solidarity and security to provide a space and an opportunity to dream.

They’re already marginalized as ones without potential, without hope to succeed, their futures being dictated for them, to remain in this vicious cycle of poverty.

But is that their destiny? When we look around what do we see? Some blessed with material security, others with an emotional foundation that has provided an environment in which they can dream. Others damned to their current state of poverty because it’s too bad. They’ll go back to it in the end after all, won’t they? It’s too much work. Too much effort. Too much risk.

But what if that were you? And that’s the spoken prophecy that people spoke over you. You’re just a lost drop in the sea of humanity. If you stop to think about it, how do you see such situations? Because they are reality.