As I sit here at Starbucks on finals week, I look out the window and its interesting that I find myself feeling a little less than hopeful for our society. I remember before, when I was more naive I saw the world as really beautiful. That beauty is beginning to be stripped down. I have always known how cruel the world can be, but it was only until now that all of the puzzle pieces from witnessing poverty in Indonesia and being in a privileged society in the United States has fit together to understand the way our world functions. Why must this be so?
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