it’s a weird feeling to suddenly attain an acute awareness of the world.
to know that at the very moment you’re in bed, under the comfiest duvet atop a sturdy mattress,
someone is sleeping on the cold concrete floor, or perhaps they’re still roaming the streets searching for a place they won’t be kicked out of.
on the other side of the world, there’s a child hiding under his bed while his parents fight.
there’s a woman who just lost her baby.
or maybe there’s a person who just broke up with someone they could’ve sworn was the one they were going to spend the rest of their life with.
there’s a whole other world happening in the time you’re fast asleep,
or perhaps in the time that you’re awake, complaining about the weather or how your computer is acting up again.
I can’t help but feel foolish for complaining about such trivial things,
& I certainly can’t help but feel saddened by the fact that not many people are aware of how lucky they are.
how many things they have that someone on the other side of the world doesn’t.
some of us have it so good & we don’t even know it.
life is very strange, isn’t it?