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Shockingly just 26 people control 50% of entire world's wealth.(Now rumoured to be 14) A lesson which I learnt is that poverty is a disease. We should not have a middle-class mindset. Top 1% of the world controls 99% wealth. Do you think that is an accident? It is no accident, it is designed this way. They understand something, they understand the way world works. They focus on systems and people.  That is why they are the movers and shakers the world has.  The number of billionaires owning as much wealth as half the world’s population fell from 43 in 2017  to 26 in 2018 . In 2016 the number was 61. Among the findings of the report, by The Guardian, were: 💡In the 10 years since the financial crisis, the number of billionaires has nearly doubled. 💡Between 2017 and 2018 a new billionaire was created every two days. 💡The world’s richest man, Jeff Bezos, the owner of Amazon, saw his fortune increase to $112bn. Just 1% of his fortune is equivalent

I am the songbird within Do you hear my song? My song is the yonder sky, the prestine enchantment. Where I fly fearless and free, beyond the horizon of fancy. Do you ever glimpse such highness? Do you hear my song? My song is the ocean of calm, bottomless and profound. Where supreme silence prevails, away from the play of the waves. Do you swim in such stillness? Do you hear my song? My song is the mountain of bliss, magnanimous and resolute. The pleasant breeze awaits thee, aloft the sultry summer of the valley Do you climb such eminence? Do you hear my song? My song is the poem of love, love that is noble and tender. Where the immense, kind embrace, touches one and all. Do you feel such abundance? Do you hear my song? I am the songbird, so are you, and is not my song yours too? I sing of the eternal songbird, do you hear my song?

No matter how evolved we think we are, when we are caught up in a terrible tragedy we don't just sit around wondering what lessons we can learn from it — we are just simply holding on for dear life, hoping we can survive. Tragedy arrives in a blur, often accompanied by hopelessness, feigned calm and a fog-like numbness that feels like a surreal dream. The last thing we may need when in moments of tremendous trial is empty reassurances that everything will be ok. Often, it most certainly will not be ok. What it will likely be though is different, and you will be different too. It's better to just accept that things aren't ever going to be the same again. As for all the lessons, sometimes we need a break from learning lessons. Sometimes we just need time and space alone; we can always learn later. In the crossroads of a painful crisis what we always need is a moment to breathe, pray and accept our fate with dignity. This is how we steady ourselves against the great trials of