I just passed by some girl (can't tell if she is adult or a kid) in a wheelchair decorated in pink. Her mom was shopping at some store and she was left outside.

I know I should not feel sad, but every time I see people with disabilities, I will have this strong emotion swelling up in me. A sense of overwhelming patheticness that I am complaining and worrying about the little things in life when there are bigger issues that people are facing with.

And all those chatters. The little insignificant things buzzing away at your life. Before you know it, it has accumulated to a massive amount. These messy insignificant clutters. They need to be cut.

Convert your sorrow to power. All the negative emotions has to be converted into willpower and the drive/spark that you need to get through the muck of society.