A voice says, “Cry!”
And I said, “What shall I cry?”
All flesh is grass,
and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades
when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever. (from Isaiah 40)
No matter what you've gone through, no matter what injustices you have suffered from the hands of others or witnessed by others, no matter how lofty those people may seem for a moment, they are all like grass. Their "glory" blows away and dries up. But God's word -His promises, His purposes to redeem and make everything right- stands forever.
There are two responses we can find ourselves in with regards to this:
We can camp in place, dig our heels in, pout, and demand of God, "I will not move until you do something about my situation right now! I demand that you address these injustices immediately, or I will not follow you, I will not trust you, and I will certainly not leave this stump I'm sitting on!" It's all on our terms. And in that, we whither and die. We turn against God, and yet we believe that He has turned against us because He does not operate on our terms.
Or we can finally give up our demand for control and come to the place where we say, "Oh God, their glory is their shame. Their strength is weakness and it stands for but a time. We are all like grass, blown away in the wind of your breath. But there is a time when you will make it all right. Your purposes will stand. And until that day, I will follow you. I will follow and trust that you have something more and something new for me. I will trust that following you will make it all worthwhile. Here I am, Lord. I follow."
One is death. One is life.