Lately, the news has been filled with stories that make it hard to believe in fairness. Corruption, greed, and injustice seem to dominate the headlines, and it’s frustrating to see those with more still wanting more, while others struggle with less.

It’s truly stunning how the super rich seem to care only about growing their wealth, yet at the same time they fear losing it overnight. The fear of the rich is not just my own observation, I read it somewhere. It’s obvious that I’m not one of them, not even remotely close – a million light years away, in fact.

I wonder for all their posh facilities and luxurious lifestyle, what exactly is the price they had to pay to reach such extreme levels of wealth? Because everything has its price, doesn’t it? And being at any extreme usually means paying a fair price.

Do they still have time, like me, to ponder life? Can they enjoy sitting in a small coffee shop on a narrow street, alone, writing a blog while eating perfectly steamed edamame, just like I am now. Do they still have people that they can trust very well?

Why do I think about them? Hmm, curiosity perhaps. In my office, those in high-ranking positions rarely seem to enjoy their life. The company owner can call them on Saturday and Sunday for impromptu meetings! I never even knew it was possible to hold a meeting without prior preparation; what’s the point of that?

Yes, I do like my own life- an ordinary, average life with its fair share of problems. But I have the spacious freedom to be with my own thoughts. I can walk wherever I want ( within reasonable hours and places, of course _ being a woman in a tropical country where safety isn’t exactly a priority comes with its own limitations) and I have my small circle of favorite humans, the ones I trust well.

Cheers,

Karin Sabrina

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