"I feel silly" and "I feel sick" are two feelings turned sentences I have had on ceaseless replay in my head lately, and it was uncanny to see them written here.
I absolutely agree that the privilege of choice is also a responsibility borne in this world where basic rights are rendered a privilege rather than a matter of course. Every time I think about that, it stops me in my tracks; that the freedom to exist is a privilege I have, not something guaranteed or protected for all of the people who share space on this planet.
There is something deeply perturbing even about the way in which the word "privilege" describes many of our most basic needs or actions, today. The implication that these (eating, sleeping, hugging, and being) are things that can be taken, and therefore, it is something consciously granted to only some by virtue of nothing but happenstance and whim is gut-wrenching.
What kind of world is this where breathing has become luxury? The insanity is that I may know this and ignore it anyways. Reality itself is torn asunder by my privilege. That it is a massive and crushing responsibility seems only proportionate then.
"I feel silly" and "I feel sick" are two feelings turned sentences I have had on ceaseless replay in my head lately, and it was uncanny to see them written here.
I absolutely agree that the privilege of choice is also a responsibility borne in this world where basic rights are rendered a privilege rather than a matter of course. Every time I think about that, it stops me in my tracks; that the freedom to exist is a privilege I have, not something guaranteed or protected for all of the people who share space on this planet.
There is something deeply perturbing even about the way in which the word "privilege" describes many of our most basic needs or actions, today. The implication that these (eating, sleeping, hugging, and being) are things that can be taken, and therefore, it is something consciously granted to only some by virtue of nothing but happenstance and whim is gut-wrenching.
What kind of world is this where breathing has become luxury? The insanity is that I may know this and ignore it anyways. Reality itself is torn asunder by my privilege. That it is a massive and crushing responsibility seems only proportionate then.
Love it! I am in awe🙌🏽🙌🏽