Little Julia is a fictitious young girl. Julia has had a life that is beyond hard. Her life is so bad, in fact, that I can't even tell you why because the details are just that horrific. Not only that, but her life isn't getting much better either. Why? Well, again, I couldn't even begin to explain why because those details are so horrific too!
You see, the plight of Julia is so important that it outweighs any other of any single person in the entire world. There is objectively nothing more worth your caring about than Julia because no one has it nearly as bad as Julia.
Now let me tell you how I came to this conclusion. I started by speaking to animal rights activists who told me the plight of animals is worth doing something about. They told me stories about how animals are treated that brought me to tears. But after some quick research, I found out that there are human beings in war zones, our own species! So I said, “There are more important things to worry about!" and I forgot all about the animals.
Then I spoke to someone who wanted me to sign their cast because they broke their arm, so I took out my marker, but then I had a thought… Wait a minute, I know someone who broke two arms! So I put my marker away, and I told them, "I'm sorry, but this is nothing compared to what my other friend went through."
As I was heading over to that friend's house ready to sign both of their casts, I remembered the human beings who live in war zones. "Of course," I thought, "there are much better ways to be spending my time than to be signing someone's two casts. After all, these poor people are living in a war zone.”
But then I read up on people who are not only in war zones, but are incarcerated! I felt a wave of shame. What was I doing giving all my attention to people in war zones when there are people who have it even worse than that! I mean sure living in a war zone is terrible but at least they aren't locked away in a jail being tortured.
As I turned the car around, I realized when I got home, I needed to start mapping all of this out at home. I sat at my dining room table and created a kind of map that looked like a pyramid. The more that I worked my way upwards, I kept finding people who had it worse off than other people at the bottom, and I kept working my way upwards until the amount of people at each level dwindled and dwindled until I finally arrived at a point at the very top of this pyramid, where only one person was left, and there was no one else who had it worse off than this person. That person was a little girl named Julia. Please don't ask me to justify what puts Julia at the top of this pyramid. The details are just too unspeakable.
With this exercise complete, now whenever I am in a conversation with someone who is telling me that I should be concerned with the plight of any individual on Earth, I just think of little Julia and tell them, “Sorry, but there are more important things to worry about."