Jeff Bezos, the founder of Amazon, has a net worth of 138.2 billion US dollars.

If you gave a newborn baby a million dollars every single day for the rest of its life, it would still be more than 111 billion dollars short of Jeff Bezos, since the average human lives to 72. But even if that baby broke the record age for the oldest person and lived to 122 years and 165 days (breaking Jeanne Calment's record by a day...), it would have a little more than 44 billion dollars, nearly 100 BILLION dollars short of Jeff Bezos.

I don't know why this shocked me so much.

Maybe because there are 2,208 billionaires in the world, their money combining to about 9.1 trillion dollars, and yet...

more than three billion people (almost half the world's population) are in poverty

821 million people suffer from chronic hunger

one person commits suicide every 40 seconds

1.6 billion people lack adequate housing

22,000 kids die every day because of poverty

1.2 million children drop out of high school in the United States alone each year

An estimated 600,000 to 800,000 men, women, and children are trafficked each year

80% of the world population lives on less than ten dollars a day

2 million children die each year because of preventable diseases they can't afford to cure

They say that money can't solve your problems.

But for these people and so many more,

it could go a long way.

9.1 trillion dollars

maybe it can't solve every issue in the universe

but it could do a lot more than sitting and waiting for someone else to step up.

And yes, many of these billionaires are helping their communities

but how many aren't?

How many of us that are able to give a little

choose not to?

How many of us are waiting for someone to make the first step

before we do?

so we don't have to?

To the people that can:

DO IT.

Donating some money to charity

Giving clothes to those in need

Maybe it will only help one person

but that's one more person than before

one more person who will sleep better at night

one more person who will live to see tomorrow

one

more

person

That's all anyone can ask.

Cruel and kind.

You were so kind and so cruel at the same time.

You knew I loved you, and you induged me.

When we were walking and you'd nonchantly grab my hand.

When we were on the park and you'd comment on how I'd be such a good girlfriend.

When we were on those late walks and you'd make me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe.

When we were texting and you'd send hearts or the type of messages I couldn't forget.

When I confessed to you and you didn't run away.

You knew I loved you, and you induged me.

When we were at the cafe, and you talked for hours about your crush.

When we were at all those resturants, and you'd ask me to cover you.

When we were on the streetlit road and you ditched me for your ex.

When I confessed to you and you just laughed awkwardly. Shrugged and skidded around talking about "us".

You were so cruel. You knew I loved you so much, I was head over heels. You made me believe there was a chance, a small one, when youw had no intention of ever returning my feelings. The fact that you lead me on and gave me real hope, was cruel. Undeniably and foolishly cruel. But you were so kind. You let me live in a world where maybe we could be together. You humored my idea and made me so happy it was unbearable, so lively and bright.

I don't know how you are the cruelest person I've ever met and the kindest one too.

But you are.

Cruel and kind.

My mind hates my heart for its constant complication

my thoughts are too loud they won’t stay in my head

but why

they refuse to let me sleep

maybe I don’t try

I think and overthink while laying in my bed

heartbeat’s racing to the sky

I don’t know

I don’t care

Should I care?

Maybe I do

No

No

Not again

You don’t care

Just stop trying

They don’t deserve it

you don’t either

My heart hates my body for betraying my emotions

my feelings hurt too much they won’t release me

but why

too much tension riding my shoulders

maybe I don’t try

to knock it off would mean more soreness than I have now

heartbeat’s racing to the sky

I just don’t know

It won’t get off

Just get off

Get OFF

Please

Please

please

I’m not strong enough

It’s too heavy

Do I deserve it?

probably

My body hates my mind for pushing me too far

my grip is too tight on my free falling plans

but why

my fingers are turning white and cramping

maybe I don’t try

there has to be a way to reach my goals

heartbeat’s racing to the sky

I just don’t let go

I can’t let go

I don’t want to

I can handle this

Right?

Right.

right

I deserve this

Just this once

How could I not?

I’m trying

I’m trying

I promise

I’m scared

It’s too much

I’m hoping

I’m hoping

I’m hoping

How could I not?

How could I not?

For all my hatred

I still have love

Because I understand

I see my pain

But I see others’

I believe they love me

And I know they do

I doubt they would lie

Lies are hard to maintain

Even mine

I can’t fake it forever

Slowly there are days

I am truly happy

Because I know myself

I can see through my own lies

See my anxiety

My pain

But also my joy

Joy in understanding

And trusting those around me

Accepting I am not perfect

And loving that about myself

There was a man who lived in a big house across the street. One day, as he was walking by, he saw a lady sitting with her legs crossed. He shouted at her, “Stop looking like my table spoon!”. She asked him “how do you mean?” he then replied, ”Because you are sitting with a spoon beside a table”.

I scribble. To nibble away at?

The ever present sense of a growing state of boredom attempting to overtake me and?

Anything wisdom or joy may be found in.

A riddle. I fiddled with subconsciously and solved thank you. Without being aware of it at all. While still in diapers.

Sold my soul. For the art of crayola.

I’m a pen pad in hand lifer

Scribe in a bullshit shop.

Makes note of? Answers following like?

Pop! Pop! Pop! Now conscious of this. Thought bubble drops.

Knowledge in the back pocket

Just a Hop skip Scribble and a jump.

Thru a trillion hoops. Neurons getting their nerd on. In the form of never ending loops.

ludicrous lines designed to kill thoughts found depressing. Leaving one feeling duped.

Ambiguous lettering likened to?

Curvy or straighter lined. Abstract art crimes

About to make a run from this bored room

Hit up Nacho Bell for Crispy taco time

Interpretations? To many have come to mind.

Adam Sanskrit in origin. Side note!

(Jot down a Rosetta Stone) Imagine Cleopatra’s long nipples and naked breast heaving. Winded flush looking anemic. Soapboxing Ptolemaic rhymes.

How will these hieroglyphs hold up over time ?

So many veiny dicks doodled come to mind

All who take a look should find? At least a half dozen discernibly different dicks scribbled on the dotted lines

Pen pad peace in/on the paper I find. Scribbling free’s up my hand to mind

What the synapses seek to signal behind my back. All their secrets are mine!!!!

Asked Alexa

to play opera.

Instead she plays

Sinatra.

Guessin’

she wanted

to do it

“Her Way.”

Flight in night?

It's been long,

Alongside the dove,

Bits of song,

We cried

Bright daylight.

Today I saw

an amber light

tucked away

in the smallest of gems

I found it buried in the sand

picked it up

and held it tight

felt the warmth and peace that

sparked from within

lifted it to the sun

feeling the cool breeze

from the sea,

and as the gold poured from

the tiny jewel

I smiled feeling alive

such beauty it shone

such magic within

I spread my fingers

and let it breathe

with the water

the sand

and the wind

today I got a present

straight from the waves

brought on the sand

and forever beheld in my heart

this

small

enchanted

amber light

there's pain

under my mask

that smolders me

in the tightest embrace

just when I think

I'm fine

when I think

I'll get by

there's a fire

inside of my heart

filled with flames

ready to burn my skin

and leave me to ash

twisting themselves

tenderly and

lovingly

around me

ready to please

ready for release

there's sorrow

in my soul

that brakes me ruffly

shattering

me in pieces

and leaving me scarred

I feel bruised

I feel bettered

I feel lost

what is this

heavy-weight?

that crashes my heart

why is it so hard

to breathe?

so hard to go on

so hard to be Now

and forget what once was

and will be no more

there's pain under my mask

that leaves it crooked

and stops the lies

from looking straight and honest

even if wrapped

in the kindest of smiles

and the best of intentions

I am a lie

...How are you today ?

...Oh, me ? I'm just fine.