We criticize old blue carpet and glaring, orange-tinted wooden door frames. We buy food we don’t eat, and it sits at the back of our pantries until we finally throw it out during the move. We grumble at our cars, eyeing longingly at the glossy curves of others. We use sanitizing cloths to wipe a counter once before tossing it into a landfill. Every single day we mindlessly rely on shiny faucets and burning gasoline, but this not the rule.
We are the exception.
Most of the world doesn’t live in profusion. We forget these details of our realities are luxuries. What someone in the sweltering heat wouldn’t give for a smooth bar of soap or a freshly laundered shirt. Over 3 billion people survive on less than $2.50 a day – how would it be? To eat a lump of boiled rice and beans, happily realizing you’re empty stomach won’t keep you awake tonight? To carefully re-wash a filthy rag used to scrub the floors so you can use it in the morning to wipe the plastic dishes clean? To have only one pencil to trot to school with?
We truly cannot fathom, because these are not our lives. Industrialization has separated us by such an expansive terrain that we peer at these lifestyles – but we are incapable of real comprehension.
How would it be?