The world is filled with pain
The world is filled with hate
The world is filled with danger
Yet, we sit
We worry
We plan
We think
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it"
We may never see that bridge
We may never have the new day
We may not get another tomorrow
Youth is wasted on the young
Life is wasted on the living
We are consumed with self and now
Money
Power
Legacy
What will make us remembered?
We care about material things
What can I buy next?
What will I watch next?
We have too many choices
We have too little time
To care so much for only ourselves
Others matter
There are greater things
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