Another thought that will most likely be conjured from my currently negative state of mind, at the same time despite my bias the statement will hold some degree of truth: freedom is not free.
Every now and again I reflect upon the things that I'm presently doing and wondering if these are things that I would have been able to do have they been not been somebody who was slaving themselves on my behalf.
When I think about the people that have built the roads, the people that have worked towards the establishment of an electrical grid that power is my house, the people that collect my bins every week, and the people that run the country where I currently reside, I find it difficult to conclude that those people were selflessly working for me specifically.
Of course yes, those people didn't slave themselves away for free, but at the same time they were slaving themselves for very little pay in return, and here I am enjoying the fruits of their labour as though all of these luxuries are but a mere given.
I’m not even sure why I’m writing this as though I’m the one that needs to be grateful for these things. I’m acutely aware of how fortunate I am which is why I try to push myself beyond my limits for the benefit of those who are in need…but what upsets me deeply is that it’s the people I’m surrounded by that don’t seem to get it: In order for us to live out our best life, whether we’re aware of it or not, somebody always has to pay the price.
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