SAME WORLD, DIFFERENT REALITY

We all sat in the same room once.

Same chalk dust in the air,

same teacher’s voice slicing silence,

same sun spilling through cracked windows.

We dreamed with the same crayons believing life was fair.

No one told us that the world grades differently outside the classroom.

That some will grow wings, and others will drown in invisible rain.

Back then,

we all raised our hands for “What do you want to be?”

We said doctor, teacher, scientist, star.

No one said homeless.

No one said depressed.

No one said dead.

Why? because everyone deserves a good life.

But here we are,

same world, different stories and realities.

One drives a bus.

One wears a white coat.

One writes poetry to stay sane.

One never made it past seventeen.

We share the same beginnings,

but not the same battles.

Some were given ladders,

others learned to climb walls with bleeding hands.

So when you see an old classmate

and their life looks nothing like yours,

remember:

the race was never fair.

We didn’t all start at the same line,

just the same room.

And maybe that’s what humanity really is:

remembering that the desks we left behind still hold the ghosts of children who dreamed they’d make it, too.

#UnpredictabilityOfLife #Reality #Truth

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