I was born in this cruel world without anyone ever asking me If I wanted to be born.
Born because of selfish desires of my parents, I never saw anything but pain. Or perhaps, maybe I’m the selfish one here. After all, I’m the one whose mind is broken…
When I talk about my pain with my parents, they tell me that there are others who are suffering way more than I do. Agreed, my pain is nothing compared to others, but is it fair to compare one’s pain to another?
Just because you’re shot in the leg instead of the chest, should people just ignore you and leave you there, bleeding to death?
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There’s no equaling out emotions, because comparing would mean assigning an objective value. Your pain belongs to you, which means the value is much higher than someone else’s.
Misery loves company though, and observing that pain is part of the human experience can be liberating.
It’s kind of a victim mindset, a predestination theme you’ve got going here. If there was never any choice in the matter, it would always be so that you would reach this point. Think of the lack of blame, because the focal shift will always be on how external events shaped your path. It sounds lonely though, life without a choice. If however we frame even that in the predestination I was always going to say that, and you would always wonder if choice was an option, which it isn’t if life is but a ride on rails. We are but animatronic dancers in the boat ride that is our destiny.
No its not fair to compare pain. I didn’t ask to be born either