It's crazy, and very human, to complain about tiny little minute issues that we think bombard, bother, and annoy our otherwise precious lives. I'm sitting here on a train home, paid for the ticket, just ate some amazing food in a beautiful restaurant with special friends, and here I sit, opposite a man, a man born just like you and me, who is getting himself comfortable to sleep on the bench seat opposite me. It's his bed for the night. His spot to sleep, hopefully, and basically cope with life. It makes me feel like that spoilt little brat who everyone hated in the playground at school. Life is unfair like that. But I guess we all have choices. But I guess we all don't either.
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