I randomly thought of this phrase "stewing in my own soup" the other day. I loved it so much that I wanted to write a post expressly to use it. But the last week or more has been busier than usual. One of those weeks where my thoughts haven't had the time or space to float. They have been focused on my research problem. Good thing too because I finished what I needed to in record time!

Something happened today to lower my mood. I tend to feel injustice very acutely. People seem to have this attitude of running roughshod over others because, well, they can. Given a teeny bit of power they don't seem to think twice before using it to gag those in their power or control them. It boggles my mind. Usually those who don't have innate wisdom will do this because being given power artificially is the only way they'll ever be able to wield it. Not with their thoughts or with their deeds. It pains me though to see it and not be in a position to do anything about it, to see injustice happen. It makes me feel guilty, complicit in some way... though I speak up. But I cannot do anything, change anything. It makes me wonder how to live in society, in structures where I will always be powerless, always have to watch mute or even if I speak up, I might not be heard. I cannot detach from the social world in entirety... then what do I do? Many people seem to just live detachedly. What doesn't affect them doesn't matter to them. It's not about me so what do I care. That's the attitude. But I am glad that's not me. I'd rather speak, act, feel... for justice, truth, empathy... even if it doesn't ease anything or anyone... It is better than being dead inside, it seems to me, dead to all that is human in one.