23 Oct 2004

I don’t know, really, what it means not to have enough, what is the experience of ordeal. It is a sheltered existence, and chances are, you too are limited in this understanding of the other side. I have never truly known hunger, or thirst, never lacked in the mobility of my limbs, never had to sleep out in the rain or the cold, do not live at the edge of death. I have not known any such utter affliction. We display how pampered we are by our complaints, and if I examine mine, how petty they all seem — how annoyingly weak my ability to tolerate the minor inconveniences that I call my suffering. In contrast, how heartbreaking the joys of those who are truly in need, that they feel happiness because they ate this day, or because their child did not die in a world where the possibility is never far. It is we who sing proper in the tune of “Amazing Grace”: we who speak that it saved a wretch like me. Those who have faced true hardship, true pain — these are our betters, so above such that is our wretchedness. How appearances can be deceiving when (if) we ever stoop down to help one of them up; what we should, instead, is ask them as humbly as we can if they could bless us, for all we can offer them are material things.

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