I have had a very hard week. I mean... the hardest one I have ever had. I can't talk about it now, as I am still recovering. But it made me appreciate a few things;

Firstly, it is amazing how one event can change your entire perspective on the world. The way privilege can blind people to the suffering of others. The way invisible suffering can simply just be ignored because it is not in your way.

Second, there is an actual and distinct power behind the silencing of certain struggles. A lack of support, a lack of care, and an emphasis on the privatisation of certain issues. That they are unpalatable, or that they are to be 'taken care of privately'.

All this does is serve to isolate those who are going through it, when what they really need is help, support, and kindness. The things that are so taken for granted by those who have never really felt that need.

Third, I have realised the overwhelming privilege I have even in my situation. The help that I got. The understanding and kindness, even if it fell short in some places. Not by my family or loved ones, but the world.

The people in power, the rich, the elite, they don't care. They don't. They just don't. They are not worth your time, your care, or your concern. We fill our lives with frivolous concerns and material wants, but we are willfully distracted from those that actively harm us.

We can change the world. But we are too afraid to lose what we have to do it.

I really want to ask.

What do we actually have? When you're losing, when you're struggling, what do you actually have?

And who doesn't even have that?