in which our hero realizes she isn't special

I used to have a little pride about being a peace activist, that I care about the state of affairs enough to do something about it. I thought I was kind of special. 

Now I realize that there is so much suffering in the world, we couldn't function if we let ourselves acknowledge it all. I choose to let in the horrors of war but block out so much else. 

Maybe most people don't protest anything but lots give to charity. 

Anyway it was good to realize I'm not really special. Or maybe I'm special but so is everyone.