Just make it better. Better than what it should be. Better than what it must be. Better than what, IT IS.
Why in the world should you dare to make it better?
On my journey to somewhere, I encountered a Milkman, on his motorbike. He had a peculiar moustache which hinted at his stature and life as he lived it. Clearly he wasn’t just a fluke. He has travelled. Went through life. Rises and the falls. He had been to many somewheres, than I can imagine. Still he was travelling now. Like me. To a somewhere.Greedy?