Do You Wonder?

The Town was on the top of the hill. 
Brad lived in a house that had a front door facing South.
Greg lived in another house that had a front door facing North.

At the bottom of the hill was a bar.

Every day, Brad and Greg left their homes about the same time and went to the bar.

Brad left his house through his front door and went down the hill on the south side. 
Brad didn't think about his path to the bar very much.
It was paved, kinda smooth, and he could think about a lot of different things while he walked.
He could hear the birds.  He could smell the flowers.  He could see the sun. 
Life was pretty sweet.

Greg left his house through his front door and went down the hill on the north side.
The north side of the hill had no path, but instead had sharp rocks which often pierced through Greg's shoes as he walked.  There wasn't much rain on the north side, so a lot of dust was kicked up into the air.  Greg sneezed because of this dust often.  Buzzards were known to fly overhead, waiting for things to die on the north side.  Their screeches were chilling to hear, and made Greg wonder if they were going to eat him.  But they never did.

Eventually, both men made it to the bar.

Both men agreed, it was good at the bar.

Brad usually said that life was pretty good.
Greg usually said that life was pretty hard.
The bartender usually told Greg to look on the bright side like Brad.
And Greg tried, but he just didn't understand how it was so easy for Brad to see things so differently.
"I guess I'm just a fuck up," Greg often thought.



I wonder if this, somehow, has any relevance in today's world?
Maybe with racial tensions?
Maybe with police and the families of those who have been killed by police?
Maybe with people who have money for air conditioning, and those who have money for macaroni and cheese?
I wonder.
Do you?