How to be free to laugh, knowing others cry? How to learn that it's OK, to live a comfortable life, knowing others can not? How to drop the feeling that one should not totally enjoy such a life, because there are others, less fortunate? How to drop the feeling that empathy demands, that we cut some of our own parcel of joy?
Many would answer.... help the less fortunate. Work to alleviate their suffering. Support one's favorite cause. Yes, and no. Yes, we can do these things. But how/when do we really lose that nagging feeling that we ourselves, shouldn't really be contented? How/when do we totally convince ourselves, that it's OK to fully enjoy a contented life?
If we're lucky enough, that fate has rolled such dice, our way?
When do I fully allow myself to sing, when many can not?
This is a recurring question, in my mind. I know I've not stated it as best can be. My mind isn't clever enough to say it first or to say it best. But I just seem to have to keep saying it. Or asking it, rather... It's a work in progress, I suppose.
