I am not sure if what I am about to write is the product of my thoughts or if I read them somewhere before. As I was dressing to go to work the other day, I realized how hard it is to be kind to those luckier than we are. We think of them as already privileged, already provided for, already in a comfortable state of existence.....

Their complaints about life seemed to magnify our own suffering, and their misery seems to make a mockery of our relative poverty. And in the light of our inflated troubles, their pain seems insignificant and minute. We tend to think of them as spoilt brats who are unable to appreciate what they have.

But somehow we have forgotten that our own ego and our jealous sense of injustice have blinded us, not allowing us to appreciate that they, as we are, are human beings who have feelings and emotions too. And that being rich or goodlooking or talented does not change that fact....