I remember seeing a group of children in a schoolyard casually talking about what their future life was going to look like. They were saying how they were going to own a house and a car, have a decent-paying occupation which was doing their hobbies and whatnot, and how they were going to have spouses with blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh, how naïve. I feel sad for them, honestly, knowing that someday, they'll have to be hit by the realisation that nothing they do matters because in the system that they live in, they, the working man, will always be at the bottom, while a person born into their wealth that they'll never meet will always be on the top.

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