A larger scale

"Hannah" by Jon Foster


I'm depressed now.
I often consider my problems to be the most awful ones in the world. But then, time and again, I try thinking on a larger scale. What is being in love without having it reciprocated compared to having to starve? What is being annoyed at friends compared to having none? What is being bothered by one's parents compared to loosing them? What is getting bugging homework compared to getting no education at all? What is having trouble with one's TV set compared to not having a place to sleep? What is the loss of a toy compared to the death of a person you loved and cared about?
I figure thinking on a larger scale can be cathartic sometimes. My whole world shrinks to the size of a nutshell and my problems just seem a lot less grave.
But it doesn't take long until something throws me off balance again and I feel like nothing could suck more than MY life.
I'm ashamed then.