I often ponder and come to the realisation that I might have been born in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
There is so much I cannot comprehend about why I am so confined, so limited to the situation I am in. For sure, I am eternally grateful that I have a comfortable life and have a roof over my head.
But I just cannot fathom how I am so different than those before me.
Thank you for everything you have ever done.
But how is it that I don't even have the right over my own body?