When all hope seems lost

Today I've been thinking about hope. What is it, exactly? To me, is the feeling I get when I think of how different my life is from the life so many millions of other people live. I wake up in the morning, have my coffee, shower under hot water, get dressed in clean clothes, wake my son from his tiny bed, feed him, dress him in clean clothes too... And so on, until the evening comes, we all come to our small but decent house, we prepare dinner, we eat all together at the table, discuss the day just gone, then we may play, eat some biscuits, watch a movie... All in all, we live a decent life, we have all we need to be happy, more money than we spend so we are prepared for an emergency if need be. I can spend my day without worrying that my child may be hungry or sick.

Sometimes these thoughts go through my mind, and i feel hopeful. I hope that a day will come when everyone has these same small, everyday things. We have plenty of fresh water to drink and wash ourselves, we are an elite in today's world. We go out to the shop and buy food, again, we have a privilege. There is millions of people that wake up everyday with nothing, with none of these small things that make a life worth living. There is people who have no dry shelter to sleep in, no place to feel safe in, no access to any of the little pleasures we enjoy everyday.

I hope, and I hope very very hard, that we all appreciate the lives we live, because not everyone can have the same... We are all born equal, but how equal you are depends on where you are born.