Somewhere, at this very moment, people are recovering from earthquakes. Searching for missing friends and family, mustering enough courage to live long enough to see the sun rise again, picking up the broken pieces of their lives and moving on. A dream gone awry, a smile snuffed out, a tear too many...
Back home, a nation celebrates one of its million festivals. People eat sweets, apply colour on each other, make merry. Four goals mean life and death for some, momentary happiness for many. Elsewhere, two nations drink till they can drink no more as their hockey teams skate to gold and silver. Jokes are cracked over movies, chips and banana bread, completely oblivious of what's happening to our fellow brothers and sisters in another part of the glopbe. A vision too shallow, a wish too small...
An unfair world, or so it seems...
4 comments:
It isn't going to make it any better if a million people stop doing what they're doing right now will it?
Having said that, let's spare a thought for those who have lost their all.
That's true Bud. I know it, but the feeling lingers on. I try to move on, thinking there's lots to be done.
It is well for us that we do not get too involved in others' sorrows. It is not possible to live otherwise. Even our own tragedies, we forget over time...that's our defence mechanism.
we all have our own battles ranga, and feeling bad for 'the unfortunate ones' is not going to make things better...
if we can't change it, might as well not think about it...but if one can and wants to, it's a brave and honorable personal choice...
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