Day 277 Two Sides of The Highway

We sat on the balcony this evening, enjoying the warm London air with its entire evening buzz. All we could see was the skyline and the cranes. The frenetic rush of motionless building sites with their concrete crops, growing up to the sky, claiming records of being the tallest and the finest. And we wondered how many children went to bed hungry in our building and the one opposite. Child poverty has its biggest ratio in London where I live. The other side of The Highway is a whole different story. There are the bankers, lawyers and financial analysts whose privileged idea of children’s education is as important as having food on the table for many on this side. I used to think we live the life we can bear otherwise we wouldn’t be able to deal with it. I used to take pride in hardship. I don’t do that anymore. I have faith in being blessed by the present.