The world is mine. I can live, laugh and love and nobody will care. I can listen to the music I love and turn up the volume as high as I want. I can speak a different language and for one minute I’d be walking past the Eiffel Tower carrying a black and white umbrella. I can feel the rain and not miss the sun because the rain is just enough to make me happy. I can walk outside in the freezing cold and I would only need to hug my jacket closer to me and drink a cup of coffee. It’s my world, but it’s their world too. I can’t enjoy the rain if I know that the homeless have no black and white umbrella to keep them dry. I can’t listen to music knowing there are people who have to listen to the sounds of bombs and gunfire instead. I can’t speak my mind or use my voice knowing there are children who use theirs instead to beg for a single slice of bread or a grain of rice. Or people who use their voices to say no. It’s our world, and it’s ours to change. Give a little more. Give peace a chance.