A week of sorting, cleaning, planning and deciding who goes where and why. I feel like I am back in school, planning English lessons, school lessons and my life! Things sometimes don´t change. We have been looking for new children this week, children that are obviously not going to school, instead working in the streets, selling sweets or chewing gum. Each night there are the usual faces, and some I even know by name. They are aged between 4 and 8, sometimes with a baby sister or brother toddling beside them! These babes are usually only allowed to go home at 11pm (when the shops close) or until they have sold all. For some of us, this might seem mad, allowing a four year old to go on their own into a busy street and sell goods until 11. Can you imagine the uproar, if they were left for a minute!
Then there is also the old lady that always sits in the same place all day, but cannot be bother to get up, so wees or poos in a plastic bag beside her! Amazing the things you see. It´s sad how self respect goes so quickly. Sometimes I think the world is so cruel and that God is so unfair, I don´t understand why we all have such different lives, and I can´t comprehend why we do. Is it really just luck, fate, to where you are born, who you are born to, or is each birth planned as the perfect place for that person.
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This question has kept philosophers, over the centuries, and religous thinkers fully occupied. Maybe, it is an inner journey for each to answer.
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