comfort envy

It seems to me that the activists--however thoughtful and caring they may be---belong to a different class than I do.  I am in the class of those without hope, who are increasingly desperate.  I cannot think about the long term and the word "vision" irritates me.  But I recoil simultaneously from myself.  I am faced with the demands of two old people who are trapped in their old age, and their old age has equally ensnared me.  I am insulted and abused by the silence and indifference of two selfish, immature sisters.  And in the midst of all that, survival with some measure of sanity is the most I can hope for.  Vision for the long-term is an expensive jewel that exceeds my meagre means.....