Can we really compare pain or miseries or even illness..
I often find myself talking about my hair issues to my
friends. Though it may seem small and petty to most of us (I too would have not
sympathized with anyone had it not happened to me), but it’s a major dent in
the confidence of the person who bears it. Last night, I met some friends and
since I was so conscious about how I looked, I ended up confessing my hair
problem. Another friend who’s trying to have a baby said that it couldn’t be as
bad as having fibroids in the uterus and I was like of course there’s no
comparison. What I felt bad about is that how could you compare problems- they
are so uniquely yours and yours alone. While I wouldn’t understand what she
must be going through, she might not have any idea how tough it was to deal
with something as trivial as a cosmetic issue.
I learnt this lesson some time ago. Someone I knew was
having a tough time getting pregnant and I had been stupid and ignorant enough
to compare that with my singular status and loneliness issue. I am still so
ashamed of even thinking like that now, how naïve and- a millionth time, stupid
I could be.
I realized that a person’s problems was theirs alone and no
matter how small we would think of them, they are big enough to bother them and
therefore have importance. A person going through cancer or a life threatening
disease would be happy to have what I do.
There’s just no way to compare joys and likewise miseries,
it’s just fundamentally incorrect..
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