Yesterday, at least 120 innocent people in Paris were murdered by strangers.

Yesterday, at least 120 families began a lifelong process of grief, mourning, and suffering.

Yesterday, a terrorist attack shook the lives of millions around the world.

Yesterday, at least 120 people died. And yet, here you are.

Today, you complained about how your new brand name shoes made your feet ache. And yet, you can still walk.

Yesterday, you complained that your mom was driving you crazy about your plans for the weekend. And yet, you still have a mom.

Last weekend, you complained about how your car keeps making that weird noise when you start it. And yet, you still got to where you wanted to go.

Last month, you got grounded for telling your little sister you hate her. And yet, you still have a little sister.

We complain, and yet at least 120 people will never get to complain again.

We complain, and at least 120 people will never take another breath.

We complain, and at least 120 people were just senselessly murdered.

At least 120 people were just silenced and yet, we have a voice. What are we choosing to do with it?

That attack in Paris, the Boston marathon, the Sandy Hook shooting, the countless ISIS attacks, the slain journalists in Syria.

We complain about things that matter in our lives, when all of these things are happening that matter so much more.

The next time you want to complain, will you think about those 120 people?

Your feet may ache, your family may annoy you, your car may not start, but here you are. You are alive. You have a voice. And that is something that cannot be said for those 120 people.

At least 120 people are dead. And yet, here you are.