it's all relative
how much I have the ability to hate
say,
compared to those who truly despise others of humankind
how much I have the ability to love
say,
compared to those who croon on and on about their affections
how much I have the ability to struggle
say,
compared to those who make it through poverty and strife daily
how much I have the ability to succeed
say,
compared to those who face adversity and conquer it
it’s all relative. and it’s all relatively simple in this life
to get distracted,
to get distressed,
to get displaced,
to get distempered
by all the little goings on,
and never do we seem to put it all into context
and say,
whoa,
we have it fucking good.
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