There has been and continues to be much suffering in the world. Someone I know has just found out that her entire village was washed away in the recent flooding. She can’t get in touch with her family because all communication is down.

Sometimes I look at my life and wonder if it’s wrong for me to worry about my 7 essays. Sometimes I berate myself for living the lifestyle that I live. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just wrong. People have told me that I have been blessed and I should enjoy it rather than being ‘ungrateful’ and disowning it. But something still doesn’t sit right somewhere deep down inside.