We complain in the midst of other’s suffering over the silliest things.
We worry about our status in life, while someone is happy to just be alive.
Some kinda way we escaped disaster, but there is someone living right in it.
Someone can’t turn the lights on to see where their pain comes from.
Someone is hungry, but we just tossed a perfectly good meal.
We stop speaking to a loved one, giving up on them, because of flaw, while another is shifting through rubble to find there’s in order to have closure and say goodbye.