During a rambling conversation with my friend Jon at the age of 26, I boldly stated that I could save a child’s life in Africa. I claimed to have the resources, agency, and understanding to legitimately save lives. Now, excusing my first world arrogance, that I could have put on my American cape and swooped in and saved lives. Coupled with a  severe lack of understanding of global poverty causes.  This is the type of thought and expression that when uttered, never fully leaves you.  And of course I did not act upon it. This isn’t a 250 page book where I found my calling and took action;  while I start my foundation and here we are 5 years later with a triumphant origin story. No, this is an acknowledgement that I have never let this thought go. Is this the typical first world guilt everyone goes through or is this something more? We know that half the world lives on less than $2.50 a day, but then we buy a $12 drink regardless. How do we justify this on the day to day? We can’t. So we ignore it. I’ve been ignoring my conversation with Jon for 5 years and I think it has been slowly  growing and festering like a tapeworm – not allowing me to enjoy things fully, not allowing me to be fully present, never being satiated.  And yet here I am trying to bury this feeling and enjoy my $12 cabernet.