This piece explores the emotional weight of living in a world that celebrates power and pities pain—but ignores those stuck in the middle. It’s not a rant or a solution. It’s a grief-filled, honest meditation on injustice, hypocrisy, and the quiet strength it takes to keep caring. There’s a kind of sadness that creeps in late at night. Not because something went wrong. But because the world is working exactly as it was built—unfair, unequal, unkind. I’ve been losing sleep over it. Why is there so much injustice in the world? Why do a few have everything, while most have nothing? Why do we live in a society that worships power and pities poverty, but ignores the quiet millions in between—the people who keep the system running, who benefit from it just enough to stay silent, and who often cause the most harm without even noticing? We live in a world that is starstruck. Obsessed with winners. Fascinated by extremes. But if you're not on either end—if you're not the billionaire or...
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