Life is a lottery. Existence is not a made-to-order
journey bookended by life and death but a chance
encounter with destiny whose direction can be
altered but then again dependent on circumstances
no one anticipates and grounded by the inheritance
of reasoning skills and emotional stability gained in
maturity. Living can be a comfortable exploration
of the possibilities that stream into some lives while
for others an interminable grind of misery. Offspring
nurtured or neglected, the wellspring of confidence.
Born to a historical culture of violent reprisals for
ancient injuries or in a land of plenty, security and
forbearance. To wealth or indigence. Inherent reason
and intelligence or cunning cutthroat sociopathy. A
world once vast, divided into its separate realms of
bitter clannish hostility versus dominions of patient
acceptance. Social worlds collide in a division of values
and aspirations where migrants hungering for the lives
they view through the medium of media's alluring
message acquire a transit ticket to early death or an
alternative future of disappointed struggle to access the
wealth that beguiled them, opt to achieve their dream
via an underground criminality justifying ambition.
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