Thoughts #1

Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I came across this photo of a Syrian family torn apart by war, and the next is a picture of someone who you would call “living the life”. The difference between the two is very clear and the complete opposite.

Then I realised something rather shocking. I caught myself quickly scrolling past the Syrian family photo to find solace in the latter.

It’s like I’m trying to deny that there’s sadness in the world – if I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. And that’s not right.

I acknowledge of these situations, but I feel hopeless in not being able to help. And it makes me feel foolish for trying to chase material/worldly things when clearly, there are people who desperately need it. While I strive for fortune, I’m reminded of people who are having much less than I do, and I think to myself, “What’s the point?”.

At least I have my family with me, I have a roof over my head and clothes to cover me. Food is not scarce and it’s not hard for my family to get them. We can have breakfast, brunch, lunch, tea, snack, dinner, supper, and whatever else in between if you have names for it.

Ended up being feeling conflicted between my personal wants and moral conscience.

What do you think?

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