Multitudes of people who walk around the streets are full of lifeless hopes for tomorrow. Many people live on earth as if they do not deserve to be alive. Many who open their mouths in giggles have hearts soaked with tears, just from the loss of identity. What a world we live in!
The rich also cry for identity. If the rich also cry, what on earth is the hope of the poor? By the way, is anyone born to be poor? Oh, fate! Is anyone's fate poverty? The majority of the inhabitants of planet Earth are unable to live to their full worth, and then they call themselves what they see themselves living by. What a world we live in!
Even in our lifeless hopes, we wait as the sun rises and goes down each day for a better tomorrow. We say each and every day that passes by, "Better days ahead." But here we are—where is the better day? We look just the same! The way we saw ourselves yesterday is the same as we see today. We live in a world that seems like the junction where the three fools wait for Godot. What a world we live in!
The rich, full of insecurity, raise their hands every day to knock down the heads of the poor. They see no good in the escape of a rat—after all, its meat cannot satisfy the whole house. What if we kill twenty of them, so everyone can have meat on their meals in the evening? Men! What a world we live in!
We say "Hope alive," but on the inside, we say we are tired of living. We keep the clock running and lie down doing nothing.
The rich fold their arms, as do the poor. We queue in front of a mirror, wanting to know how we look; all we seek is to know what and who we are. We want to know what we look like. What a world we live in!
We queue until the day is gone—all we seek is identity. The poor, dressed in rags, take what they see to be themselves. The rich, who are nicely dressed, take what they see to be themselves. The stinky rich see themselves in the mirror of this world as they appear. They name and identify themselves by their raiments. What a world we live in!
In search of fame and identity, we do all we find our hands doing, forgetting the strong man invisible in the mirror of the world. Can this mirror of the world define man? No, because it can only see what is outside of man, not the real man within. This world has no better definition of humanity.
The worst part is when a man takes another man's wear and wears it before this mirror. He looks like another man who does not know what he looks like, and all who see him in the raiments of another man do not really know who he is…we confuse ourselves.
We ultimately forget that all that man sees on us is not who we are. What we do is not who we are. What we eat, our past successes or mistakes, our condition is not really who we are, but there is a definition of us beyond what the mirror of this world can view.
There is a definition beyond the lifeless hopes we keep. There is a definition of you! There is a definition of me!
Your Creator defined you from the point of creation. He called you man! A king, the one who has dominion, the lord of the world, the rich one! What a great identity!
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