A shared reality, if not shared in the same way, is privilege.

The word bothered me for some time. It seemed like the one who accused others of a type of privilege forgot that they too benefit from a type. She who blames a white man for his privilege forgets her own privilege of money. He who blames a woman for her privilege of money forgets his privilege of a strong build. One who blames a man for his privilege of a strong build forgets their own privilege of sight. Of family. Of a slender figure. Of no shortage of food. Of the ability to hear. Of a higher education. Of both of their arms and both of their legs. Of a home.

Why is it that we pay so much attention to what we can see and¬†completely¬†forget that there are things about the person in front of us that we can’t see? There are, in fact, things that we do not know.

I may piss people off with what may seem like an oversimplification of privilege. But when it comes to this particular topic, I often see the same problem that stems from looking only at what others have that you lack. It’s a common trope of social media as well. This practice of ours is, in my opinion, such a major aspect of what propels us into mental agony, stress, and anxiety.

While I acknowledge the more severe types of privilege that I, too, would support positive change for, I think we should try and focus a little less on what we don’t have and a little more on what we do have. Because whoever you are, I guarantee you there’s someone out there who would kill for the life that you have.