No matter how great our lives are, our habit of comparing ourselves with others always leaves us with a feeling of dissatisfaction. And due to this, we somehow don’t notice the privileges that we have. 

Whether we agree or disagree but we all are privileged. That’s right! We all have some or other kind of advantages but we don’t notice it until it’s gone. If you want to know more about the privileges we are talking about, scroll down and have a look. 




Not knowing what war actually is like

Living without constant physical pain. The idea that most people just exist without nonspecific pain is baffling to me.

Feeling safe in your own home. Not worrying about rats, mice, roaches, bed bugs, bricks being thrown through windows, violence outside, break-ins.

Affordable healthcare.

Being able to hold the hand of your partner in public without harassment or the fear of something bad happening to you.

Being able to walk alone, especially at night, without any worry at all.

Having a bed. When I was aged 8-11, my siblings and I had to sleep on the floor because we lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment.
I remember turning twelve and finally getting to sleep in my own bed after three years of not having one. It was euphoria.

Waking up and just being able to see. What’s that like? No glasses, no contacts. Just wow.

Having an emotionally mature parent.

Sleeping through the night

Being in countries where you are able to speak insults to, openly criticise or question authority without going to jail

Fresh water from the tap. Imagine living in rural Africa. Or Flint, Michigan.

A hot shower every day

Being healthy instead of disabled and chronically ill.

Having pets. So many people discard them like their playthings over the most mundane reasons.

Honestly, Memory.

When Alzheimer’s hits, your brain is basically dead. That disease is heartbreaking for every party involved

Having a family that loves you. I grew up in a pretty loving family. It was somewhat dysfunctional, to be sure, but my mother loves me as does my sister. So did my grandparents. We were always a close family and we helped each other when possible. We were always supportive too.

I went to school with people whose parents couldn’t have [cared] less about them. I mean straight up, just didn’t give a [damn] if their kids lived or died. If your parents actively tried to keep you off drugs and off the streets and were emotionally supportive and not abusive, count your blessings.

Being conventionally beautiful

It gets you more than dates. It influences prison sentences; attractive people are less likely to get convicted, and more likely to get lighter sentences when they are convicted.

Job interviews, assessments of intelligence, and academic performance are all biased to favor good-looking people. They are also more likely to benefit from kindness from strangers.

Being able to read.

Having friends.

Being a person of average height.

No student loans. Don’t take it for granted guys.

Having indoor plumbing.

Being able to complain about getting bored/not being able to socialize during a pandemic. If you’re able to flourish or even live comfortably during these times, that’s a privilege.

Having a roof over your head.

Those that work jobs that don’t make a living wage have any means to provide for it. Thus they are forced into unsafe slums or having housemates.

Every day when I pull into my driveway I reflect on this daily. There is something to be said about the peace of mind knowing you have a welcoming home waiting for you once your done work.

Like many things we grow accustomed to having something with no expectations of change, this is something I’m always grateful and respectful of.

Not having social anxiety. Imagine how breezy life must be. The amount of effort I have to put into doing normal things like checking out at the grocery store is incredible. I keep telling people that I got better over the years, but it’s not so much that social interactions get less scary but more like I’m better at getting ready for said social interaction… or better at pretending that I’m uh, “normal.” I’m almost 30 and I still feel like a seven-year-old who’s mom left them at the grocery line to grab something real quick.

my partner has to use IV nutrition because her stomach muscles don’t work properly preventing her from digesting food. Until I met her I never considered being able to eat as something I’m lucky to have.

Education. Where I’m from education is paid through (very high) taxes. We even “get paid” so we can focus on school and not being forced to drop out or take a giant student debt.

Being able to work from home.

Being able to go to a store without worrying if your wheelchair can fit through the aisles of if they have front steps.

Therapy. Any basic mental health coverage.

Reliable electricity and clean running water.

Being mentally healthy. Basically, my childhood was such that as an adult I have an overactive amygdala – the part of the brain that handles strong emotions and instincts like fight/flight.
As I’ve gotten treatment and medication, and as my situation has gotten better, I’ve had quite a few ‘whoa’ moments where it really hits me that this is how a lot of people naturally see the world.