Thursday, October 29, 2009
les miserables
pretty, simplistic things do not exist, for they bring a sense of happiness that is often temporary.
this is an extremely morbid way to begin an entry, especially pertaining to the title given, but then again, maybe life is not always about things being peachy. the reality is, most of the times, it isn't and we are compelled to pick the profound and immense darkness that fall like huge drops of the night sky melting beneath the moon.
everything remains quintessential in a world of typicals. the amount of kids dying each day because of hunger in africa. we are completely cognizant of such fact but then we never care, and every time we do feel the slightest bit of sympathy, it is, after all only sympathy. and sympathy in itself is not capable of feeding the hunger.
what is there to sympathy but mere chemical reactions in your body, alleviating feelings of remorse and guilt, building some sort of impenetrable sadness within your hearts.
what do the 2500 kids dying in africa each day get from our commiserations? are they even aware of the millions of hearts crying for them each day? and we sit still in our homes opening unicef online and seeing the pictures of kids smiling gleefully at pictures taken in full resolution, at villages developing with the magical touch of aid, but then just how big of africa do those pictures portray? how minuscule of a picture does it depict of yet a bigger, dying, part of africa that still remains undiscovered, and an even bigger picture of the world in demise. cambodia, vietnam, belarus, people are dying, everywhere in the world. suffering is prevalent, tears are inevitable. pictures say a thousand words, and yet there are a billion, even a number exceeding infinity, left of words that still remains, unwritten.
there is too much to cover, too much suffering to ever solve. suffering is inevitable. the amount of people dying of aids in botswana, the fearful populace of darfur, sudan, hiding from the scary faces of death, the kids left stranded, weak, and lifeless in the desserts of ethiopia underneath the scorching, deadly heat of the sun. there is never a solution, there won't be any that will solve all things. the world is meant to be in suffering, the juxtaposition of temptation and evil, and that is just a fact which we have to learn to accept.
nothing is ever so placid and easy. most of the things in the world do not have distinct meanings, in which we can ever fathom with our picayune perspectives, extreme lack in understanding, and exposure to the vast knowledge hidden in all the different corners of this world.
sometimes the world is just plainly black and white, there is no line in the middle, there is no gray. we have to do the best we can underneath all circumstances. and if it means merely sympathizing behind a computer screen, then you can do better.
however, the first steps are always the hardest.
i would know,
since writing this, myself out of mere sympathy,
i realize that, i still remain, the biggest hypocrite of all.
pretty, simplistic things do not exist, for they bring a sense of happiness that is often temporary.
this is an extremely morbid way to begin an entry, especially pertaining to the title given, but then again, maybe life is not always about things being peachy. the reality is, most of the times, it isn't and we are compelled to pick the profound and immense darkness that fall like huge drops of the night sky melting beneath the moon.
everything remains quintessential in a world of typicals. the amount of kids dying each day because of hunger in africa. we are completely cognizant of such fact but then we never care, and every time we do feel the slightest bit of sympathy, it is, after all only sympathy. and sympathy in itself is not capable of feeding the hunger.
what is there to sympathy but mere chemical reactions in your body, alleviating feelings of remorse and guilt, building some sort of impenetrable sadness within your hearts.
what do the 2500 kids dying in africa each day get from our commiserations? are they even aware of the millions of hearts crying for them each day? and we sit still in our homes opening unicef online and seeing the pictures of kids smiling gleefully at pictures taken in full resolution, at villages developing with the magical touch of aid, but then just how big of africa do those pictures portray? how minuscule of a picture does it depict of yet a bigger, dying, part of africa that still remains undiscovered, and an even bigger picture of the world in demise. cambodia, vietnam, belarus, people are dying, everywhere in the world. suffering is prevalent, tears are inevitable. pictures say a thousand words, and yet there are a billion, even a number exceeding infinity, left of words that still remains, unwritten.
there is too much to cover, too much suffering to ever solve. suffering is inevitable. the amount of people dying of aids in botswana, the fearful populace of darfur, sudan, hiding from the scary faces of death, the kids left stranded, weak, and lifeless in the desserts of ethiopia underneath the scorching, deadly heat of the sun. there is never a solution, there won't be any that will solve all things. the world is meant to be in suffering, the juxtaposition of temptation and evil, and that is just a fact which we have to learn to accept.
nothing is ever so placid and easy. most of the things in the world do not have distinct meanings, in which we can ever fathom with our picayune perspectives, extreme lack in understanding, and exposure to the vast knowledge hidden in all the different corners of this world.
sometimes the world is just plainly black and white, there is no line in the middle, there is no gray. we have to do the best we can underneath all circumstances. and if it means merely sympathizing behind a computer screen, then you can do better.
however, the first steps are always the hardest.
i would know,
since writing this, myself out of mere sympathy,
i realize that, i still remain, the biggest hypocrite of all.
i love you most ardently, 9:54 PM.
