I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that peo­p­le are star­ving in Chi­na or any­thing like that becau­se it would­n’t chan­ge the fact that they were upset. And even if some­bo­dy else has it much worse, that does­n’t real­ly chan­ge the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad. Just like what my sis­ter said when I had been in the hos­pi­tal for a while. She said that she was real­ly worried about going to col­lege, and con­side­ring what I was going through, she felt real­ly dumb about it. But I don’t know why she would feel dumb. I’d be worried, too. And real­ly, I don’t think I have it any bet­ter or worse than she does. I don’t know. It’s just dif­fe­rent. May­be it’s good to put things in per­spec­ti­ve, but some­ti­mes, I think that the only per­spec­ti­ve is to real­ly be the­re. Becau­se it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.
(Ste­phen Chbos­ky – The Perks of Being a Wall­flower / Viel­leicht lie­ber morgen)