I think when we live in an established world, a society that functions among still a lot of dysfunction, we have a skewed perspective of our lot in life. I have spent some time lately feeling sorry for myself. Feeling like things are being taken away from me and thinking how unfair it is that this is happening. Yet, I had the privilege of traveling to Colorado this weekend in search of a new home. We could drive there and spend some time together as a family without fear of being considered an outsider and having someone turn us away from services due to the color of our skin, our religion or the country we came from. We could eat at a nice restaurant and stay in a nice hotel in search of our new home. We are not starving. In fact, we ate so much food I felt sick on our 500-mile trek back home.
So many people in war-torn worlds would love to have our problems. Relocating from a place that I’ve considered perfect was a devastating thought for me. Yet, in all that will happen during our big move, I will have shelter every step of the way, whether it’s a roof over my head in an RV, or a hotel room, or a house, I will have shelter, clothing, and food. I will have more than so many people out there. We don’t really grasp the magnitude of being a refugee or being homeless, just by seeing those images on TV. We can always turn off the tv and not see what is broadcast on the news and pretend worlds like that don’t exist. We are privileged. When I start to feel sorry for myself again, I will remember that I have friends, family, shelter, food, clothing, transportation, and sanctuary. I have these things and these things alone make me rich. Relocating is a minor inconvenience and in times where Facebook is so prevalent in people’s lives, where people are a phone call away, how disconnected are we really? Not very. I’ve feared the disconnect. The thought of being far away from people I love. But airplanes, vehicles, Facebook and Skype solve those problems for the most part when hugs are not available.
My perspective has been skewed and I’ve felt sorry for myself when there was no need. I’m now going to embrace these things and remember that I have it better than so many people out there and feeling sorry for myself is kind of selfish when you take our problems and throw them into the pool of what everyone else’s problems are. They are minor inconveniences. I now know we will be fine and our lives will be richer for the experiences we will gain.
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