Hormonal hell in hindsight.

I've been in hormonal hell n skulking around in black self-pity, feeling like a pincushion crossed with a cactus, drowning myself in the sorrow of loss n despair and then,
On the news came the pitiful emaciated face of a baby starved to death, lying inert n skeletal in the hands of his mother, whose dry eyes were even more devastating than had she been crying. It was news about the starvation deaths of children in the adivasis (aboriginals) in one of the most affluent states in India. I was shocked out of my pig-like wallowing in self-pity. THAT was pain, limitless pain. I couldn't imagine what the mother would have been going through, thinking about; perhaps she was glad that her baby's suffering had finally ended.
And
WHAT DO WE ALL DO ABOUT IT ???
NOTHING.
We just all go on about our lives, living in our own little worlds, with our little worries and pretend that what happened/happens didn't happen. How convenient. Lets all get on with our lil lives shall we, to our own precious hormonal hells ??!!

How little we are. I'll be damned.