Recently I have been thinking how none of us live a life other than our own. My mind begins to get blown the more I think about it :-) the way I experience what we collectively define, for example, yellow, or salty, might be entirely different from how others experience it, but we would never know of that difference. My concept of a headache could be significantly different from someone else's.
Often when countering people who claim "we should look after our people first" I suggest that our birthplace is an accident of geography. I also believe our lives to be an accident of history. My life is a product of where and when I am. Had I been born a 10o years ago, I would not be on the internet blogging right now, or used my own toilet inside a house I own in my own right as a woman. If I'd been born a few hundred miles south even today, that still might not be the case.
I didn't request to be born in these circumstances, and neither did those who I might - rightly or wrongly - imagine to be worse off. Why do some people live to be 90 years and others only 90 minutes?
It's all a bit incredible when I stop and think...
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