I also realized that I missed a homework deadline on Friday. How did I manage to do that? Grrrr...
I feel angry. I know that doesn't make sense, but I do. And I want to cry. Won't that make me feel better?
Even knowing this is temporary and self-imposed doesn't provide me with comfort. I feel helpless and hopeless. Can I imagine a lifetime of being hungry? The fatigue, difficulty in concentration, yearning for food, hopelessness, and ANGER...until death?
But, wait! I have a comfy bed. I have a supportive and helpful husband and healthy children. I have clean water and even ice cubes at my disposal whenever I want them. I am guaranteed a serving of food (through Numana) each and every day without fear that it will not be there tomorrow. I have a car and a job and technology and a climate-controlled home!
No. I don't get it. Even after a year I won't be able to comprehend the lives of those in other cultures who are living in constant hunger. Just rereading my whining above makes me realize what a spoiled baby I am. Suck it up, cupcake!
Look at them. Look at them!
What can I do? What can we do? Why are the vast majority of us doing nothing? Do our beds, healthy families, clean water, food, cars, jobs, technology, and homes provide wonderful blinders to the realities of the world?
Open your eyes, people! This world is full of evil and hurt. And raving about how wonderful our lives are is ridiculous in the grand scheme of things. (I'm guilty of this just like you are.)
If our lives are so darn good, we aren't doing enough to help those whose lives are a living hell.
Well said. Does make one think. We are selfish people, even if we think we are not.
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