We look in the mirror and think how great we look. Would you feel the same way if you looked in the mirror and you saw bones protruding from your body that was slowly eating itself.
We fear that we wont have something good to wear tomorrow when that same night some little girl cried herself to sleep because she doesn’t know if she is going to live through the night.
Our heart’s broken because the person we thought we loved broke up with us. We cant just go on. How lucky we are though to some that we may still have the opportunity to see them or maybe even talk to them. There is a seven year old in Rwanda during 1994 genocide who’s last image of his parents was them being chopped up with a machete. He escaped that same fate and hid in a church in a pile of dead bodies and pretended to be dead too. He layed there for a week. How horrible it must have been to lay there, among a heap of dead bodies praying you dont join them all while the image of your dying parents still engraved in your mind and yet he still had a will to live.
I wish we could all say the same. Problems to different people do hold a different significance but we do not always have it so bad. There is always someone who has it worse. The glass never has to be half empty.