As I am enjoying a warm cup of chai after being upset about my unproductive day, I glance through my window and spot a cute and cheerful 7 year old. He carries a large can of water and then tries to mix it with a bag of cement to help a lady (I assume she is his mother) - she is one of the construction workers in the nearby apartment. I am privileged enough to watch the scenes unfold further as if I am in a movie theater and finish my chai quietly. What's privilege for if I don't (mis)use it?
PS: I am grateful for being privileged. But I can't help but wonder if I even do the least I can to make the lives of those less privileged than me even slightly better than what it is. Why is it so easy to overlook the sufferings of others but not my own? What good is mere goodwill without meaningful action? What is stopping me from taking concrete and feasible actions?