I spent some time yesterday thinking about suffering.
I'll admit it, I'm a little old lady- I occasionally struggle with sciatica and it was especially bad yesterday on my walk home from class. I felt a little bit like Igor dragging my foot behind me.
I know, I'm being over-dramatic...but you get the point.
But it got me thinking- what is suffering really?
We toss that word around sometimes without thinking. Suffering, for me, is nothing compared to the suffering of someone in say a conflict-ridden area of Africa.
But is there a hierarchy of suffering? Is my pain any less valid because of what I was born into?
Is the mental suffering many of us Americans struggle with less valid than the physical suffering of those in third-world countries?
I want to alleviate suffering. To devote my life to bringing peace to those around me.
Africa might be a bit hard for me to help all by myself at this point in my life.
So I'll start with an ice pack and my good friends and work from there.
