To be born...

Once a little kid looked into our world and he saw a men holding a gun and shooting another men. Then he saw a multitude of starving children, scavenging for food. He felt really sad, but still curious, he continued to look, and he saw an enormous boat, spilling a viscous black substance that was killing slowly and painfully many birds and fishes. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. He sat down and thought about all those sad realities. What if he could paint that sea again with a bright blue, and clean all the birds and fishes? He wondered if he could prepare a thousand meals and feed the little children he saw with great hunger. He wondered if he could stop the metal bullet, and instead transform it in colorful ribbons. Oh what a difference he could make... and with that thought in his heart, he decided to be born.