utter financial ruin. Life could be enjoyable, and I might have gladly walked into midlife still hopeful to find love and make something of myself, create worthwhile things and pursue things I enjoy. But instead, I am poor and hungry most days and in debt from a college degree that has barely helped me out of serial unemployment. It sucks having been born in the third world with no hope for escape. My answer has no grasping philosophy. It's just yhe result of a lot of bad shit.