“You can’t quantify unhappiness. No one can say whose misery was greater.”
“But people have it worse!”
Read the list of the reasons why I’m miserable.
-Because my people have been dying through out history and no one cares anymore.
-Because I can’t do anything to help them.
-Because I feel helpless and useless.
-Because they have been dying for asking for their simplest rights:
-Because a man was shot 15 times for singing a song in his mother language.
-Because some people can’t learn their mother language in school.
-I’m miserable because I have an ethnicity.
-I’m miserable because of history.
-I’m miserable because I think.
Whose fault is it?
The fact that I don’t know enough of my mother language.
Whose fault is it that I know more English words?
That I wasn’t born in my hometown?
-I’m miserable because I can’t read a book that one of my ancestors wrote.
-I’m miserable because I’m a coward.
-Because my ancestors were cowards.
-Because people now are cowards
-I’m miserable because I see fighters, fighting bravely.
-I see people die for what they believe in.
-I see women fighting for their rights.
-I see races fighting for freedom.
But that’s all I do.
And I don’t do anything.
But I want to!
My bones ache for it.
My throat constricts and my heart hammers.
But I don’t do what I want.
-Because my life is too comfortable.
-Because I can’t afford risk.
How will my being ever have a meaning?!
How will I ever have anything that means something?!
-I’m miserable because we’re not us anymore.
-We didn’t kill our daughters .
-We didn’t disrespect women.
-We weren’t ignorant.
-We had our morality stolen from us.
We had a land.
-I’m miserable because my people’s religion has nearly disappeared.
Where’s your fire? Where’s your book?
Where are my deities? Why were they stolen?
-I’m miserable because I’m angry.
I’m angry at the world.
I’m angry at myself.
I’m angry at my nation.
I resent history.
-Because of all the people that have had their rights stolen.
And I wish I were a god or a mage to open people’s eyes,
To remove whatever spell that has clouded their minds.
Yes, I’m miserable.
And I’ll always be.
But I won’t quantify misery.
Because I know what it feels like,
To have your misery invalidated.