Thursday, October 19, 2006
Another One Of My Existential Ponderings
Life is full of pain and frustration and distress. Every single person has problems that, to them, seem huge and devastating. Yet, at the same time, there is a hierarchy of suffering: my self-inflicted, neurotic distress is nothing compared to the problems of a starving AIDS orphan in Africa. But knowing that there are people in the world that have it worse than you doesn't seem to actually make anyone feel any better or make their problems seem more manageable. So where does one draw the line between sympathy (to others or to one's self) and saying, "Oh, for God's sake, buck up!"?