Sometimes when the overwhelming sadness in the world hangs heavy around me, I find myself wondering why I have nothing to be sad about, when everyone around me does. And that thought alone saddens me.
It seems to be some sort of oxymoron only experienced by privledged people such as myself, who have had the opportunity to be happy and healthy and safe. With an uneasy feeling of sadness and guilt, I sit here wondering how to make others happy.
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