"The world doesn't owe you a living"

"The world doesn't owe you a living" is a commonplace saying, that generally comes tinged with a certain coloration of righteousness discouraging dissent. I don't think it's true, though. 
The world doesn't owe you a living? Yes it does.

A countering perspective is, "I didn't ask to be born." I don't think that's true, either. You did.

My own belief is that we each belong to an extensive tribe, some on earth and some in the world of light, that we undertake to make our earth journey with the love and support of our whole kindred, that we each come here with lessons to learn and lessons to teach, and that the discipline of responsibility is laid upon the kindred/tribe, not upon the individual. So that we did ask to be born, into this tribe, and once we are, the world (the tribe, the kindred) does owe us a living. That's the contract, the agreement made in the world of light.

I believe we are here to help and encourage those whom life has sent to us — and these can be blood relatives, but not all members of the family are descended from the same physical set of parents. I believe that each of us is watched over by our kindred in the world of light and the part of our tribe currently with us on earth. We know who is in the tribe not by who our birth family might be but by who has our back, who watches over us.

It's a fundamental of loving and peace and health that we recognise we are all in this together, that we can honestly say to one another, "I've got your back". Jesus modelled this for us, and the New Testament teaches us, "Encourage one another." It's a given. 

Back in the 17th century, the English poet John Donne put this truth into a poetic reflection written on hearing the church bell toll for someone's passing:

No man is an island, entire of itself;

every man is a piece of the continent, 

a part of the main;

if a clod be washed away by the sea, 

Europe is the less,

as well as if a promontory were,

as well as if a manor of thy friend's 

or of thine own were;

any man's death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know 

for whom the bell tolls;

it tolls for thee.

We inter-are.