The poverty you see in India is heartbreaking.
Next to the 2 billion dollar metro system, there are people living in tents (if you can even really call it that).
People sleeping on sidewalks.
Kids covered in dirt, grime, filth coming up to you, asking for money or a handout.
You want to help, but after a while, you realize that you alone can’t solve the problem.
You have no idea how the problem can even be solved. (Of course, this assumes that poverty is a problem).
Hundreds of vendors, all selling the same thing for small amounts of money. Dogs (and people) scrounging through garbage.
You just wonder how it all works and how people make it from one day to the next.
I’m not a naturally empathic person (a blog post for another day), so maybe it was easier for me to step back and not let every image go direct to my heart.
Instead, I kept defaulting to the macro.
How does this society (assuming it wants to) begin to go about raising the quality of life and healthcare for its members?
What can we, as members of the global community, do to contribute?
What are our obligations?
But you keep coming back to the scale.
And you feel really small and insignificant.