Depressed. Starving children. Starving people. People dying because of lack of water. My mocha has lost its palatability. How can we ever do right in a world of so much wrong? Why did G-d put us here to suffer so much? I just want to live in a happy, healthy bubble with Tyler and Cindy and Elijah. I want to write and do good for people around me, and be comfortable, and happy. How can I lean on that privilege so heavily? How can I be happy, when I could empty my pockets for others? And since when do I refer to G-d that way?