No environment or situation is perfect. Giants can fight. But life still goes on. To maximise my chances of earnings and survival, I go where the wind blows. Now Grab give, money take. Give low fares ask them to go f themselves. No need to talk about pity here, pity there. In the end, we chose this trade slog to feed our families. I don’t need someone who is not even driving to tell me about the past, present or future. Especially one who has not “seen the world” yet or as they say wet behind the ears.