My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pรฅlestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away
there's an arabic saying that says "i pointed to the moon and the idiot looked at my finger" and i think it perfectly describes most of the debates that happen on this app