To Carry On

There is something

so out of body

about living.

People die

on the other side of the world

on the other side of the street

on the other side of your bedroom door

yet every day, we carry on.

We eat

we sleep

we laugh

we dream

we love

while others die

go hungry

are abused

are blown up—

In our own ways we all suffer

from an unhappy job

or basic access to resources…

somehow one can feel as great as another.

Un quantifiable

I suppose we must remember

to not compare suffering

so as not to invalidate the feelings of others

Unless

Your hurt feelings do not matter?

Or maybe it’s,

to suffer from genocide and exploitation should take precedence over the hurt feelings that may arise from being told that your outfit of the day or beauty remedy post are not as important as standing up against the erasure of a population of people in order to build luxury beach-side apartment buildings.

But, let’s carry on

how can we debate morality

when it’s once again a story of the haves

wanting something

and taking everything away

from the have nots

until they have nothing

not even family

not even water

not even breathe.

All the while

on the other side of things,

we carry on.