But what about...

Sometimes, my hands crack and dry, and more freckles appear on my face. I get chided for not taking care of myself properly. But what about the girl who has had her face disfigured and her hands burnt off after her car burst into flames when a drunk driver crashed into it? 40 surgeries later, she is able to sit in front of national TV, full of spirit, giving a testimony of life and strength.

Sometimes, I am envious of others with functional, loving families. But what about a comparison with the alcoholic, abusive husband, whose wife remains faithful?

Sometimes, I grumble about not having achieved much. But what about the frail old man in his torn shirt, laboriously pushing his heavy cart through the streets every daybreak, picking up scrap cardboard pieces for a living? Does he earn enough to feed himself?

Sometimes, I spend a few minutes watching variety shows in which people run around doing silly things like finding yet more places to eat, shop, or couples to matchmake. But what about the other channel I flip to - on the screen appears scenes of people rioting amidst limp bodies strewn on dirty pavements.

Sometimes, I get grumpy due to the endless stream of flashing red lights appearing on my computer monitor arrival list. But what about the young single parent who juggles 3 jobs a day just to keep her little boy?

Oftentimes, my life needs to be put into perspective.