In Comparison…

I come across people who have lost everything. Their homes, their cars, their memories. Then I hear of people that have lost their families, their friends, their loved ones. An old friend of mine even knows someone who’s (obviously clinically insane) wife shot their children while he was overseas. I hear these stories, and I can’t help but wonder how they survived through this. How they picked up the pieces and moved on.

Picked up the pieces. That’s an odd term we use in English. But it does try every bit to describe the seemingly phenomena that comes thereafter.

We are taught to not compare in life. To not compare ones looks, nor ones talents, nor ones riches (or lack thereof). That it will either spawn feelings of inferiority or arrogance. And yet when one is in depression, for what ever series of minuscule things lost… It is encouraged to compare ones series of misfortunes to that of those who have it far worse. Somehow, these types of comparisons are considered acceptable in society.

I saved my laptop today.

Today was a good day.

~ by Keira Dazi on September 22, 2011.

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