I just finished watching a video about the Karen people.

I have no idea what it's like to truly suffer. To see a loved one murdered. To hear the cries of my hungry child and know that I can do nothing. To fear hidden explosives in my front yard. Every morning I wake up to the smell of coffee and the feel of a soft blanket around my face. Clean water is as plentiful as the clean air I breathe. Every day I live in safety. I have more than I need.

I've heard someone say that being born a woman in America is like winning the world lottery of life. That might be closer to the truth than I know.

The question haunting me tonight is...

How will I spend it?


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