My Privileges

I am where i am,
but i never was promised a certain position in life by any power.
I stand in one place. Where i am, "right here" as i say it, in a moment. But i can hardly say that i will always be in this place. And that this place of mine that i am in, is my place of soul designation. Owned to me exclusivly, and the only place i could be.
Where i am is not the only place i could be. I could be in a thousand different places, in hundreds of different circumstances. And i find myself asking alot.. do i really deserve where i am?

To live in a air conditioned dwelling.To cook hot food in a microwave. Have cold drinks. eletric lights? A tv to be entertained with, a phone that can do practically anything? Running water to shower with, wash my hands when they are dirty.
Have the clothes and shoes, pants and socks and comfortably designed breifs?..
i dont know how to make these things.. so why do i have them?

Take away my material accessories, and stick me to the same stanza that is inhabited by half the world people of the world. That is to live on less than half a dollar a day... I can rightly assure myself that half of the billions of different lives i could live would be without the conditions i exploit.

Do i deserve to be able to read?
To speak with the vocabulary i have?
Express an idea to another person of similar intellect, and have that person grasp my meaning pull it out of the air like a rabbit from a magician's hat, hold it up and say "oh yes, i see what you mean"
To see the color of the world, vividly green grass, enchantingly blue sky, illuminated by a golden yellow sun... not to mention the flowers. Do i deserve that? To see a purple colored flower? Some parts of the animal kingdom cannot perceive any color at all. Meaning that there are some worlds on this earth, that do not have color in them. Why should i see the purple flower?
To know what laughing feels like. To know what a song is sung like. How the sky looks at dawn or dusk, or how great the trees spund when a strong breeze plays the leaves together in some ancient natural symponic. How the thunder of a storm is seen, and felt and heard, and the touch of a substance such as rain, can feel as if it has the power to remove the stains and pains of the everyday.

I just think sometimes to myself that
somewhere, I actually am without these things... and I should appreciate them, as if they dont even exist in the other world i live in. As if i would never be able to tell you what they look like or sound like anywhere else.

Tell Life,

Thanks for everything