Part 25: Strange

Strange place … this planet I live on

Been here ever since I remember having memory of anything

But it seems to have gotten a lot stranger off late.

I open my eyes each day now…

It seems like a different place.

I thought I was home.

I thought this was where I was from.

I thought this was what makes me who I am.

I thought…

A planet covered 75% with water

And yet has people dying of thirst

A planet that produces food so much in abundance that countries dump them into the seas

And yet has people dying of starvation

A planet where weapons are created to uphold peace,

A planet where everything has been named a price

And yet people refuse to pay back what they owe to this world.

Strange… isn’t it?

Surprisingly not… to most of the people around.

And yet… I just can’t seem to find my peace with all this.

When did I become so different?

Am I not from here?

This doesn’t seem to affect anyone else… then why me?

They can’t all be so wrong now…can they?

Maybe its just me… yes… maybe it is just me!!!

Maybe I’m just not from around here.

But then… where am I from?

And more importantly… WHO AM I?