T’have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
Today, one man breaking up with a woman in an unpleasant fashion doesn’t seem the worst of things. I know it feels like the end of the world when it’s happening. I’d be woe-ing it up if it happened to me today – but of all the things one could see. . . it’s a little on the lighter side.
I mean, just in the last week – a man went on a shooting spree, killing everyone in his path. Two hundred Nigerian girls have been kidnapped and disappeared into the dark reaches of trees. Hangings, stonings, war, torturing, all wretched beyond comprehension.
It never does to play the comparison game – the my heartache is bigger than yours thing never pays.
But today I can’t help but think of all the other people who could be saying a line like this. Witnesses to murders, victims of rape, all of us loaded up with the abundance of awful images and stories from the news, filling up buckets of woe.
The Hamlet Project 