I should, and do, feel ashamed, because i live in a city where we waste our wealth on needless material possessions while people around the world struggle to fill their stomachs. I do not feel Canadian, or any other identity that uses political borders as its criteria for membership. I feel part of the global village, and feel an obligation towards my distant brethren to help them if they are in need. Yet i do not feel like my society is structured to care of any plight other than that of its own citizens.
I also feel dead, because a life without struggle is not worth living. Nietzsche wished his friends a life with struggle and hardship, so they could feel alive. Any existance that is too comfortable is worthless, he noted. We are too affluent for our own good, and therefore unfulfilled. This I believe.
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