Effort.

I often try not to compare my life with others but there are those that I witness who've come up from utter poverty and pain  to heights that can only be described as magical. And it is nothing short of inspiring to watch people like those, people who have never been handed anything, not even a plate of food. Everything had to be earned for them, even when they were kids. And it melts my heart to think of how fortunate I have been, I still am in my life. This doesn't come from sympathy, none of those who fought for their basic necessities ever felt sympathetic towards themselves. They didn't look for people to feel sorry for them, ever. They looked for opportunities and wherever they could, made their own. They were their own masters and their destinies were designed by faith, effort and heart. Stories from these people tell me what life can be in every possible way, both good and bad. And I love them all.

Love, peace.

An Earthian.