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In this world, each and every one of us can think of at least an inconvenience we consider as a pivotal event of our lives. And don't get me wrong. All of these problems are still problems and will be as long as the Earth continues to breath. But amidst our little frustrations and little worries, i fear that we have become bound in a false reality. 

This reality sprays an oily mist against the world behind us. 

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The dead, the living, the suffering. The whimpers of those we have not heard of. 

But yes, sometimes, we as simple beings are incapable of acting against it. But we do. Protesting, fighting, yelling, screaming and burning our rage at the injustices of the world. We already are what we wish we would become.

But this story, like any of us, accepts the bigger problems of the world. We know it happens, and behind doors, opened or closed, we work to solve them. But sometimes, in our smaller worlds, even our little worries and problems, are problems too. It is the Grease On My Silver Spoon.

And without shame, i admit the feelings that invade me. 

~Meera