To put a cup filled with soybean milk to my lips and taking a deep, satisfying gulp, is a pure blessing of providence.
I count it nothing less than a privilege.
When we are surrounded by abundance, it seems like it's normal to be having the things that we have. Even assuming that it is our human right to have the things we want. Sometimes, we even demand more.
But how many people in other parts of the world, in slums, in poor districts, can afford to demand that? Their basic human right of dignity is sometimes even forfeited and denied. Let alone having basic necessities like food, clothes, clean water... Or soybean milk for that matter.
I'm blessed, and my heart aches with gratitude.