I lay here tonight typing.
I wonder about those who don't have the advantage to type.
I pray for those who didn't have a dinner tonight.
I mourn for those who part from this world tonight.
I sympathize for those who can't hear the voice of God calling Them to something more.
The overwhelming sadness that I bear penetrates me straight through my soul.
Who am I? Who am I to be living the way I do. To want more than I need? Who do I think I am? I cannot live with my selfishness. I cannot bear to live a life of unnecessary wealth when there are others who glance towards me from across the universe with the smallest Inkling of hope that I might give.

I cannot bear to take.