What it’s like to work in an Orphanage

What it’s like to work in an Orphanage

I dressed myself in my newly brought traditional Curti and placed a scarf over my hair (the horrors of my dad tugging a nit comb through my hair from my childhood definitely made me want to prevent getting lice at all costs!) It was day one of working in the orphanage. A place I would come to know well during the next month. I had heard many stories of what it was like, how intense it is, how emotionally draining it gets, how much Poop you deal with on a daily basis. So during the 30minete rickshaw ride I felt rather prepared for what I was about to face. 

The two story complex stood tall, placed on a back road away from the Main Street. The windows seemed to have mesh covering them, coupled with a few bars which made it impossible to see in. The painted walls of the fence displayed happy faces and many bright colours. Similar decorated stairs carried me to the second floor where the kids were. Smiles and stares filled my vision as little hands pulled at my clothes  while cocked necks and eyes beamed up at me. About 40 kids, aged 1-6 all sat in this corridor. It was shower time. I was taken back as I watched how forcefully the women held the kids down to wash and rinse them with a bucket and a bar of soap, right there in the corridor. We all got to work, each with a task. Someone on placing diapers on the younger ones, someone undressing, someone drying and someone dressing (Every morning we bring diapers to the orphanage as they cannot fund it themselves). Even with the younger ones wearing diapers it still turns into a poop war zone, with little deposits placed everywhere.

As I dressed them in whatever clothes seemed to fit them it struck me. Nothing is their own. They don’t have that personal entitlement of ownership. They all share clothes, staff members attention as well as volunteers, no toys are in the orphanage, they literally don’t have anything that is individually theirs. I’ve noticed that with even the smallest of things, a button or a packet of tissues they are extremely protective, for this reason. 

I think at first for a while I just shut my emotions off in order to deal with them. Because when I truely addressed them I couldn’t bare it. It was too overwhelming. These kids don’t have any parents. I mean how do you comprehend what that would be like? No base? No one to tuck you in at night and tell you they love you as they plant a kiss on your forehead? They wake up have a wash, eat (usually something not very nutritious like a lolly or a few biscuits) go into a room where there is a TV and watch it for hours before taking a nap and repeating the cycle. They only go outside of the orphanage twice a year, On a picnic which the volunteering organisation plans. 

Some of the kids backgrounds are just insane. One of the boys witnessed his mother being murdered by his father, another’s mother is scarred with acid burns from a similar attack, others were simply dumped on the street or parents too unstable to take care of them.

Some of the children go to school, About 10. They are sponsored by mostly past volunteers to be able to afford to go to school. 

The kids call us ‘deedee’, meaning sister. I definitely am not going to miss hearing that word day in and out in about 40 voices all at the same time. 

The language barrier wasn’t a huge issue at the beginning as To keep them entertained all you had to do was piggy back them around the room, dance with them, poke funny faces at them, throw them around and show them a few hand games or so. Once I’d actually formed a connection with one (4 year old) girl in particular I wanted to be able to talk to her which was frustrating. It was amazing how we could form such a loving, emotional, goofy friendship with no words, just a heck of a lot of laughter. Everyday when I’d walk in, her beaming smile would come running into my lap coupled with a griping hug. As the days went on it was getting harder to cope with the fact that this would soon be gone. I would be ripped away from her, leaving her with that familiar feeling of abandonment. I’ve spent countless hours questioning if working in an orphanage for such a small amount of time (in the grand scheme of their lives) growing so close to the kids and then leaving is actually better or worse for them? In conclusion I find solace in the phrase, “it’s better to have loved and lost then to not love at all”. I mean if anything I’ve shown her what it means to give and receive love, what it means to be happy and given her some light in her world even if it was only for a brief amount of time.

The day came for me to leave. I managed, with some help, to translate to the women that I was leaving, this would be the last time me and my beautiful friend would see one another. We stood in that same corridor I’d first step foot in 4 weeks ago. The moment the Indian lady finished her sentence i saw the sadness in her little wee eyes, her bottom lip dropped and tears began welling in her eyes as well as mine. I held her so tightly for about 10 minetes before one of the ladies came to take her away. I had to peel her off me which made it 10 times harder to stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks. The pain was so aweful, I’ve never experienced something so emotionally powerful that my whole being was completely sucked into it. I was such a mess. I felt guilt, betrayal and utter sadness as I watched her scream and kick as she faded down the corridor. 

Before I mentioned all I’d given her by being at the orphanage. I failed to mention all she’s given me! So thank you my sweet girl, thank you for making ME smile everyday with your cheeky smile, genuine little laugh, the way you would insist I stand up and cart you round the room, throwing you from side to side, playing with my necklace and bracelet’s 24/7, undoing and re-doing a few million times and for teaching me that happiness is so simple. 


*for privacy I’ve left out photos and names.


It was off to a somewhat stressful start as I swooped down onto the runway and entered the tiny airport of Jaipur. After making a friend on the plane I was quite oblivious to my surroundings and probably should have been scouting for my driver instead of being involved in an in depth conversation. In a flash I was spitted out of the arrival hall and into the heat of the desert as 100 or so eyes glared back at me, some holding signs others shouting “Taxi!” And many others just taking a good look at the one white lady with blonde hair that just came from no where. 

Once I eventually tracked down a helpful security guard that was willing to let me borrow his phone I found my driver. We zig zagged through dirty roads and continuous beeps for about 40 minetes before I arrived at my new home for the next month! To say that my senses were overwhelmed by India would be an understatement (see previous blog for an in depth description haha). The guest house where the volunteers are housed is lovely. From what I had seen coming from the airport my hopes were not set too high. We have 3 floors all to ourselves consisting of a lounging area/eating area, TV, wifi, roof top terreace, kitchen, bathrooms and bedrooms. It’s situated on a rather busy street though so horns are buzzing throughout the day. 

View from the rooftop:

At the moment there’s about 10 of us in the house which means we have a good amount of space. There are 5 of us working at the orphanage (more on that later) and 5 working at the street kids school. All from various countries, Canada, Australia, England and Spain. It turns out I arrived at the perfect time as Diwali was to start in the evening. It was incredible! We stood on our roof top and watch the sky around us, stretching for miles, illuminate with various colours and flashes. Kids played in the street below, some extremely young, lighting fire works and then running away before a car would veer out of the way. We had some ourselves, huge ones that fell on us once we had lit them. No health and safety whatsoever. We went down onto the street at one point and rolled out this huge wheel of fireworks that looked like a spike trap police lay out on the road to stop a criminal. It was like being on the frontline of a war. Sparks darting off in every direction, some flicking at our legs as we faced away. I thought to myself, I wonder how many casualties dewali brings? Babies were being held 2 metres or so next to a giant firework, kids danced and stood upon spinning fireworks on the ground. It was crazy. Buildings were covered in blankets of light, as fairy lights dangled from windows. 

We also partook in the religious aspect of dewali. For about 2 hours, in the ground floor of our house, the owners had a prayer ceremony. We were told it was only a 10-15 minete thing that ended up lasting a tad longer. Lots of chanting and repeating what the priest would say, throwing Mari golds over the Ganesh (the Hindu elephant) and covering yourself with the light from a flame. At the end we each got blessed and had bracelets tied around our wrists and a dot on our forehead as well as some Indian sweets.

The next day it was off to Pushka! I would be travelling for a further week before starting my placement. Pushka is beautiful. There is a large lake that sits in the centre of the city. It is a holy place and you must remove footwear be in the possession of no alcohol or non-veg food (which I thought was awesome!) and various other non-holy things. We visited the markets where we wondered for hours on end and I brought a ring and some delish street food, a falafel burger for $1! I noticed something about Indian culture that I never knew. Of course I have nothing against this whatsoever but it caught me off guard at first but the men hold hands. And it’s not what it would mean in the western world, it is not considered gay but more of a friendship/protection action. Now I was the one staring. At first I thought they must be gay and thought it was strange how open they were about it in such a heavily religious country but then reaslised every man was doing it, young, old. 

The sign at Pushka:

Speaking of religion, we came across a man on the street who was talking to us about his marriage. He was only about 21 but was explaining to us about how when he was 10 his parents came home one day and said they’d found who he was to marry. He obviously didn’t think much about it at the time but when he was 17 his wedding day came. He had to break up with his girlfriend at the time to marry this stranger. It was sad, he was telling us he doesn’t want kids but if he did he would never arrange their marriage for them. I couldn’t even imagine being set up and having no control over who I was to marry. This is how it is with their culture and I assume the children just accept and most even embrace arranged marriages but it saddens me that those who do not wish for it don’t have a choice. Aside from seeing all the poverty on the streets and realising how lucky I was with all my materialistic things and even basic needs, I think this was the first instance where I realsised I was extremely lucky to come from a country and culture that empowered women and the freedom I have that enables me to dictate my own life. 
After the usual few million photographs on random people’s phones, we left the markets and settled in for a night at a hotel with beautiful grounds and architecture. Driving to Jaisemer, a long 8hr car ride, was on the agenda for the following day. It was a drive that showcased Rajasthan’s barren desert that stretched beyond the horizon, cows that roamed the middle of the roads, camels that walked the sand dunes, villages that seemed all the same, and the great uneven and bumpy structure of its roads. Once we arrived in Jaisemer it was with great excitement that I realised our hotel was just across the road from a fair, Ferris wheel’s and all! That excitement soon fizzled when the power went out twice which resulted in all the rides stopping mid air. So it was straight to bed. 

Hotel in Pushka:

We visited Galdisar lake for sunrise (which was so peaceful and picturesque) then onto Jaisemer fort and it’s markets within. I really enjoyed this fort. The view was spectacular, all of Jaisemer was in view. The markets and residents within the fort also addded another element. I brought a few books from a quaint book store nestled in between the cobble stone alleys. The man who owned the store couldn’t speak and was such a gentle soul. We then went to this beautiful building just down the road from the fort but there were so many tourists inside I felt like a rat in a maze with a million other rats and had to escape. There we were ushered to our car by some children begging, singing frere Jacques and banging on our windows, insisting we spare some change. It’s so confronting when the kids or just beggars in general come up and tap on your window. At many of the toll roads or traffic lights, anywhere you have to stop there are kids singing or men with monkeys on a chain or selling toys outside your window. 

Beautiful Galdisar lake:

Jaisemer fort and markets:

View from the top:

That night we were really in the desert. It was amazing, we slept under the stars with the camels and our blankets. I’d never seen so many stars. I saw 3 shooting stars and battled with my eyes to stay open for as long as possible to gaze up at the best bedroom ceiling ever. 

Jodhpur was next, After a lunch of ‘green salad’ that ended up being just tomato and red onion, I’ve quickly learnt that that is their interpretation of salad everywhere. More markets with a very sarcastic merchant and an authentic Indian tea and spice shop saw me spend probably more money than I probably should have. 

We scaled Mehrangarh fort before heading back to Jaipur. I’m also learning that forts here are like what temples are to Thailand, exist in an excessive amount which end up looking the same very quickly. But with this fort I had an audio guide which made for a more interesting wander as I could learn about the background of it more. My favourite part was the meditation room and of course the stunning architecture. As with any place swarmed with tourists we were asked to take pictures on multiple occasions but now have learnt that we do have the right to refuse! Driving back I noticed the women do everything in their saris. Traffic wardens, farmers, all at work in their sari! Parents also place charcoal under their children’s eyes which makes them look as if they’re wearing eyeliner. I’m not sure what the aim of this is? But it looks So funny having a little baby wearing eyeliner.

Mehrangarh fort:

Much love, Rose xxx 

Intense, incredible India, At first glance

Intense, incredible India, At first glance

Cows graze on rubbish that swarm the streets while dogs and pigs tag along. Eyes gaze upon you from every direction. Various shacks line the streets as a fresh smell of herbs and spices wafts out. Women draped in colourful cloth, bearing nothing more than their face tread the dry dirt up the street. Horns blast as chaos ensues. Buses packed to the brim with people fly past as a crowd is also stacked on the roof. Kids tanned with a light brush of dirt rush up to you, palms open singing various songs. A family huddles by one lonely flame on the side of the street. Some are lucky and have a stick that holds up a large piece of cloth to provide a shelter. A women lays in the middle of the street with only one arm, the other clearly missing with minimal medical attention to the open wound. Huge animals, cows and dogs lie dead on the side of the road. This is india. Nothing is hidden. It is all very in your face and so intense. It is hard to put into words just how the atmosphere and what experiencing India is like until you are here seeing it for yourself. The only images and depictions of India I had before I arrived were largely based on Slumdog Millionare. It is scary to say the film is not far from the truth. This is how I saw the first few days in India, looking around with wide eyes and jaw dropped. Coming from even Thailand and it’s surrounding countries I could not even compare the culture shock.

Within all this poverty and disorder there is so much beauty. From the moment I was carted from the airport in a taxi that weaved in and out of the traffic along uneven roads which made it hard to determine what side of the road they drove on, I was completely in love. So much to see out my little window. It was like everything I knew was flipped upside down. Cows don’t need to be fenced inside a paddock? Let them be free to roam the streets! Why use the subtleness of an indicator when you can use your horn to let others know you are coming? And I mean every. Time. You. Pass. A. Car. EVERYTIME. Even if you’re clearly in your own lane and there is another car in the lane next to you. Beep your horn!!! Also, try to stay to the left but try to overtake as many cars as possible. Footpaths? Who needs them. Another reason to use your horn, beep at any passersby. Blue sky? Maybe it exists under the thick haze. 

It does really sound as if I hate this place. But it’s really quite the opposite. It is so interesting to see how these people live. I am completely amazed and entranced by India. Don’t even get me started on the beautiful architecture of some of indias oldest forts and palaces. Also, The whole country is pretty much vegetarian it’s awesome! Everywhere I go the whole menu is vegetarian and then sometimes a small section at the back is dedicated to non-veg food, Quite the opposite of back home. Majority of the people I’ve come across speak very good English, I was quite surprised. There are endless markets with an eager merchant stationed at each one. Gorgeous deserts that stretch for miles, sunsets that light up the sky, smiley kids who wave and blow kisses at you. 

I have also come to realise that from the outside looking in it seems as if these people lead an unfortunate life. But for them they know no different. Obviously there is no question about the sadness of the conditions some of these people are subjected to but What may seem unfortunate to me may be fortunate enough for them. 

I just wanted to get some thoughts out about India so far and to let everyone know I’m safe in my knew home! Stay tuned for what I’ve been up to… xxx 

Vietnam Vibes and laid back Laos 

Vietnam Vibes and laid back Laos 

With reluctance we departed beautiful Hoi An and made our way to Hue, alot busier than Hoi An. Here I visited the tomb where the king was buried as well as a coliseum where elephants andtigers were forced to battle it out to the death. Only the fight was never fair, elephants always won to show respect to the king. To ensure this the Tigers claws were often removed and their teeth cut out. You can still see distressing claw marks from the tigers in the holding pen before the battle. The coliseum is closed to the public but with a little flash of some cash the security had no problem opening up the gates.

Tiger’s clawing to escape:

The arena:

Our third overnight train saw us arrive in the beautiful Ha Long bay. A beautiful cruise around the bay was a definite need after seeing lots of city and motorbikes 24/7. Although we saw many tourist ships at the docks, once you’re out in the bay it is so large in itself that you feel like you’re the only one. It reminded me of Milford sound just on a greater scale. Another lovely meal saw us taking on kayaking in the afternoon. Our boat pulled up to a little dock that housed many kayaks and two women who sat in a shed who designated us kayaks. We were off to explore the coves of the bay. The current was strong in places and the waves rather rough but I saw some incredible sights. Apart from being out in the expansive ocean, rolling in the waves, we ventured into a cave that had been formed from the cliff face above and came out into this cove. Monkeys swung from trees and sat on the rocks. Wanting to get the best look and of course photograph my rowing buddy and I went right up to this large monkey who gave us the stink eye from the moment he laid eyes on us. He was sitting on a rock that jutted out into the water so we pulled up right alongside him. I averted my eyes and tried to back away as the current kept pushing us into his hateful state. Eventually he cracked and lunged at us as our oars went up to defend ourselves. He retreated back into the jungle as I sat there with my heart pulsating. Probably one of the scariest things ever, all I could think of was “should of had that rabies injection”.

After a brief stop in Ha Long bay it was up to Hanoi to welcome two knew people onto the tour. Irish and English, two more lovely additions to the group. I enjoyed a puppet show in Hanoi, the worlds longest water puppet show (1hr) that had rather hypnotic music that had me falling asleep half way through. Early one morning like 6am a few of us got up and headed to the river side for some excersise. It felt like the whole town was up doing various forms of excersise together. Some squatting in a bench, an old man doing press ups on the side of the road, runners, Thai chi, salsa dancing, in every corner there was something going on. We joined in with an aerobics class on the street corner that had everyone around the town copying our actions, it was highly amusing. After that we joined in with some older Vietnamese men and women participating in laughing yoga, one of the most bazare but liberating things ever! We all laugh, quiet at first then building to a roar while we move our arms from side to side, hold hands and spin around and bang each other on the back. They loved us taking part and insisted on taking about 1000000 photos afterwards to prove it. That night we went to a local beer joint that sold 4 drinks for $1! I wish I liked beer otherwise it would have been a very cheap night out. 

Laughing yoga crew:

I was thankful I didn’t drink to much once we got in the plane to go to Laos, as my uneasy feeling towards flying and a hangover would not go down well. It was over so quickly, a 1hr plane ride that felt like 10mins. As soon as we landed in the airport it was a totally different atmosphere. The airport was tiny to begin with, it felt more like a small train station, and this was the capital, Vienteine. No one was rushing anywhere, it was a lovely slow, laid back lifestyle. I’ve been told that other southeast Asian people refer to The Peoples Democratic Republic (PDR) of Laos as Please Don’t Rush, in reference to this laid back perspective. Meals sometimes would not arrive at your table until an hour or so after you ordered. I also immediately loved laos as I watched the English and Europeans pay an extra $5USD for their visas, they must have a soft spot for NZ. 

With Vientene being 1km from the border of Thailand it definitely had many similarities. It was nice to be back in a tuk tuk world and the people also are extremely friendly and smiley. After many temples and monuments I visited the ‘COPE centre’.during the Vietnam war, and still to this day, Laos remains the most heavily bombed country. Cluster bombs were dropped but many were not triggered. Leaving a significant amount under the dirt waiting to explode. Therefore many farmers and kids have had serious accidents when playing or digging as they trigger these bombs. Loss of Limbs and senses are the outcomes. So the organisation and ‘Cope’ centre help treat these kids and provide prosthetics so they can continue with their lives. Especially Cope reaches out to kids in villegers that would otherwise not be able to fund treatment. It was so sad to see how many innocent peoples lives are still effected by this event that happened years ago. 

Along with its chill lifestyle and Thai vibes Laos is great because they don’t beep! (On the rare occasion) it’s so soothing, Vietnam could learn a thing or two. Laos also has gorgeous scenery. Driving to Vang Vieng I could nearly convince myself I was home. Green hills, roads that weaved through shading trees, blue skies. Except there were many kids, young like 10 or so riding motorbikes to their school, a few friends on the back, no helmet, it’s just funny to see that is the main form of transport to get to and from school. 
Vang Vieng is stunning. A lot less developed than the capital and super small but stunning. Our rooms were these cute little bungalows and we were right next to the river. We had dinner overlooking the river and watched as the sun made its way down to nestle into the hills. 

The next day was action packed! The day started off with kayaking for about 10km downstream across rapids and extremely shallow waters where we got out of our kayak but could not get back in and ended up having a butt massage on the slimy rocks below. Then it was zip lining which is essentially a huge flying fox high in the trees that see you swinging from one platform to another in the tree tops. It was then time for cave tubing that ended up being more cave walking that involved a risky ‘mud slide'( the water was too shallow so we all came out with grazed bottoms) giant spiders, bats and a few claustrophobic manoeuvres. The day finished with a dip in the very popular blue lagoon. I jumped off a 10metre high tree into its blue depths. On the way home I sat on top of the truck and gazed around at the picturesque greenery and mountains as the wind blue through my hair and in that moment I was so content. 

Something interesting: if you have to pee there’s no shame in peeing right there, on the side of the street not even in a bush or somewhere to conceal yourself. God knows alot of southeast Asian men do! Haha

And so it begins 

Currently sitting in a departure lounge of an airline that is not mine as I’m not entirely sure how to find out what gate I’m supposed to be at. I’m hoping those tiny numbers on the screen flick over soon revealing this elusive number that at the moment constantly give me “gate open in 5 mins” 

No wifi available so looks like I will be posting in a few hours😊

Already I’ve got the notion that just looking like you know where you’re going lets you blend in seemlessly. It’s only when I stop in the middle of my stride and backtrack or glance around trying to take in all these new surroundings is when I give away my solo status.

Emotional check in: feeling excited! I’m looking forward to the idea of keeping my own company as well as meeting loads of new people. It feels rather unrealistic as of now and I have to keep reminding myself not too look too far into the future because if I know me I will find something to stress about. 

So, here’s to the next few hours literally spreading my wings across the ditch to Sydney. Then on to Thailand! 😊✈️🌍

Rookie mistakes count: 2

1) when the immigration officer says “have a nice trip” do not reply with, “you too”. 

2) yes, you really should have brought that bottle of water you stared at for a good 10 minutes before getting on a long haul flight. 

Back into the swing of things



Yes, it is August and I am aware I have not updated my blog in over 9 months but i can assure you i am still alive! It has been a pretty full on year so far. I am currently in my final year of high school which is extremely exciting and nerve wracking. I love the idea of this time next year being able to be free from a lifetime of compulsory education, I love that i will have my own say and individuality in what i wish to pursue and where i want to take my life next which is thrilling. The negative aspect of it is that i do not know what i wish to do as a career or next year for that matter and as applying for universities is steadily approaching I have been turning over many ideas in my head as to what will become of 2016.

I will apply for all the universities I have even the slightest interest in attending to prolong having to make an immediate decision in hopes that i will decide what i want to do when the uni’s decide to accept me or not in January then i can accept or decline their offer. If i am still unsure I may take a gap year. I have been looking at becoming an Au Pair overseas so i can gain some hands on life experience and travel to broaden my horizons, then get back into Uni the following year as it is pretty much expected these days that in order to gain a decent income further tertiary education is a must. it of course does depend on your career path and as of now i am rather interested in a career in radio which is an industry where it is just as equally or more important as who you know rather than what you know. So if i was to go to uni right now i would do a bachelor of communications as AUT in Auckland 🙂

I have always had a passion for animals too so will perhaps look into that some more. There is this awesome website that my sister showed me called “Volunteerlovers.com” and it has some great programs that would be incredible to do! There is this one in Africa were you stay on a conservation area and monitor the species that live their in order to track poacher operations. Teaching children in Africa is another idea I have been mulling over, imagine how rewarding that would be? As well as such a huge life experience just to observe how a totally different culture lives. But of course all of these ideas require vast amounts of money that I, as a high school student with a part time job, do not have right now. So I will possibly work full time for half a year or so and then pursue my travels. 🙂 Then when I come back from my refresher I will have study to look forward to and possibly a great student loan! argh, so many decisions to make that need definitive answers so soon! So yeah, that is where I am at at this moment in time. For now I must focus on my studies as I have exams soon! Hope you all have a lovely day 🙂 (If anyone is reading this) xxx

Money = Power?


I guess I’m really thinking about this now as i am in the midst of my exams and am lacking motivation. I have yet no career goals so it is hard to see an end of what i am working towards. I find myself repeating in my head why do i need good grades? why does this matter? Of course I know the obvious answer, to “get a good job” as i am so easily reminded by my elders on a day to day basis, and that’s what got me started on this tangent of money.

Whether we care to believe it or not our life as human beings are largely centered on money. Money along with other indicators including subjective indicators such as happiness are used to measure the quality of ones life. We are conditioned from a young age to work hard in school and further our study in order to attain a well paying job that will make the quality of our life all the more enjoyable and pleasant.

Just think about it for a minute, would our world still all work if there was no such thing as currency? There is a point at where money turns from being used for survival such as to buy food and provide shelter and then begins to be used to boost egos and remind us all of the social rankings established within our society. So if money was taken away does that mean there would be no social rankings or ladder?  this would be answered with: well, before money there was trading, so we would return to that and therefore there would still be a ranking system with the measurement of who had the most assets and who had acquired things worthy of trading. What if that was taken away too, what if there was no private property, everyone’s property was public property therefore there would be no reason to trade. would a new currency emerge because humans have a tendency to be greedy (eg: people would take more from the garden therefore run out of produce for others) or because humans feel the need to be superior among their peers? I mean with no currency there would be no way of separating yourself from one another by displaying your extravagant mansion or Ferrari. Is it in our nature to want to be better than our peers in order to feel important? or is that just the way our society has conditioned us to be.

It all boils down to the nature nurture debate. If there was no money or trading, rankings would emerge through leadership and authority qualities. It is human nature to seek for an authority figure in order to survive. I mean Hitler didn’t get to where he was necessarily through money but through a strong and persuasive voice to give others hope and direction. Even in animals it is more convenient and comfortable to seek out a leader in the herd and follow them. Money is just a vessel to enhance power of an individual. Money is not to blame for the troubles or greed in the world it is just a platform to enhance  qualities such as leadership of a person. If it wasn’t money it would be knowledge or leadership that created rankings.

There are of course other factors that come in to play such as people who are born into wealth that don’t have any qualities of leadership therefore money has created their power or people in third world countries that may possess these qualities but do not have the money in order for the money to enhance these qualities. I guess my overall point of this discussion is that power and rankings will always be apparent in any system, it is inevitable to avoid, it is human nature and i’m not stating that this is a bad thing or a good thing just a realization that I’ve had to myself.

Have a lovely day! 🙂 -Rose