Some thoughts on anger and reality.
There are things I've been raised to believe that create the reality I live in. Vague ideas of class, poverty, and wealth stew in my mind–never truly being answered by anyone or anything. What do "you" believe becomes the question I ask myself and even then I fail to recognize how one can have beliefs about anything in a world where everyone lives a separate reality defined by their own belief systems. What is truth then? If someone is hurt by an act of another is that the fault of the other if they believed in their own way that they didn't do anything wrong? These are just ramblings and to be honest, might be worth exploring during some periods of your life but ultimately you do have decide who "you" want to be. If you want to be rich, then that's your prerogative and you should know that many people will dislike you for it–me included depending on how you decide to reach that goal. That's the price you pay, and the price you must endure through...