The moment you ask for “stupid” car keys, and curse “stupid” work, “stupid” rain, and “stupid boss and firm,” on the other side of the world someone finds a slice of bread and sings a melody of grateful hearts. And then fall asleep under the same sky where you moan and pray for another day to wake up, laugh and look at the stars again.
We have always been divided into poor and rich, wise and stupid, humble and wasteful, but mostly into those who value every breath because they want to live, and those who indifferently, ungratefully, pass by the gift that is ... life.