Dated: Sometime in March 2006
We move through each day like a dream don’t we? In the past 5 days more than a 100 people have died just out of the barrel of a gun. Unnecessary death. Regardless of who they are, Maoist, civilians, armed forces, they are the breathen of the poorest of the poor – rooted in a bloody war that shouldn’t be fought in the first place.
Most of the 100 dead are young men, leaving behind young wives, perhaps some pregnant, and their very young children. And you and I sitting where we are sitting, writing or reading the words before us on the screen, wired into the internet, so called modern technology – unaffected by pain, grief or sorrow. How startlingly different our lives are.
I know, I am full of cynisism today, more for myself than for anyone else, but I cant help it. We glimpse the lives of those around us as on TV, or as we glance through the newspapers, but we never, nearly never stop and think why what is happening is happening. We never ever think of what we can do to stop it. Once our eyes have glanced through their lives in mere seconds, we return to our own comfortable worlds.
Do we fear pain?
Do we fear grief?
I know I do. Maybe that is precisely why I rarely look at CNN anymore, maybe thats why I rarely read the details of black on white print below the headlines. Maybe we have got so accustomed to looking away that it almost angers us to look back. We all seek to run away from life’s troubles at the earliest – we love fun and laughter and joy. With what are we comparing “joy” to? Most often with someone else’s pain. Everything is defined after comparison – everything is relative to something else.
Every feeling within us knows no definition other than our own.
Disclaimer: This was a rambling of Hayah’s younger self. Although the views expressed above may have contributed to her perspectives on things today, these views and perspectives may no longer be the same, thus don’t judge. Yet.