The world is an evil place. A line I've heard time and time again and a line that doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon. Being my "mentor" of sorts, Stinky has been trying very hard indeed to change my ways in trying to see that the world is a dangerous place and that caution should be an integral part of my everyday practice to no avail. Or maybe I have "learnt" a little and I'm slightly "better" now than I used to be, but I still do "give money to every bloody beggar in sight" as she'd put it (when she's not looking of course- she smacks hard) I'm said to be ignorant and selective as to what I prefer noticing and perceiving around me, which I think I should refrain from disputing, not to avoid stirring a controversy but because its true. I'm aware of the heinous crimes that take place every other day. The murders, robberies, rapes, violence...no, I'm not that ignorant. So the question would be, with all these things happening around me, how is it that I can be SO blind as to believe that the world is a good place?
Answer- I don't. I don't think the world is entirely good and it is nothing but good. I believe that there still is good in the world. Someone once said, that the world still had some good in it but it is fast facing extinction. I agree and disagree. The world does have good in it, I refuse to believe otherwise. And of course if we opt to sit by the sidelines and choose nothing more than to criticize the disasters that the world undergoes rather than be part of it, all the good in the world will go to the dogs eventually. But I disagree that the world will one day be depleted of all things sweet, innocent and untainted as I would sooner see the end of my days then be a part of a world thats an empty shell of its existence.
Call me blessed, sheltered, naive, nescient or simply oblivious to the turmoil and angst that surr
ounds me. And you can choose to disbelief me when I say that I am aware of it. I do pay attention to the sufferings around me (us) but how long can I dwell on it? How much emotional energy shall I bequeath to pain? I empathize, truly I do. But I don't feel it right to write off the fact that the world holds nothing worth believing in. I find and see love at every corner, every turn and at every glance. I see innocence in the eyes of a child, I see purity in the smiles of these children, I see warmth in the looks of care and passion in the eyes of lovers, I see compassion and devotion in the smiles a parent gives their child. I see the love that fills our every day... How can a world so evil hold such untainted joy? How can it give birth to acts of kindness and bonds of affection? We can see love, only if we choose to see it. These days everyone is so embroiled with all the displeasures and disgusts that the world holds that even the most intricate yet delicate acts of kindness
are frowned upon with caution and skepticism. Faith has become a subject of ridicule and prudence a way of life.
So what about those who have been affected by the atrocities around us? The families who have lost loved ones to these acts of evil? There are no words I can
find that will do justice to your pain. You have my deepest condolences and my level best at empathizing with your grief. I can never say that I truly will be able to feel your pain as that would be a pretense that I'm not willing to assume. Your pain is exclusive to you and that is something I respect. But life doesn't end there now, does it? The loss of a loved one, though throws us off balance doesn't deter us from living now does it? The love of those who still are around us keeps us going. The support garnered from the rest of our loved ones allows us to hold on, to hope that life won't turn bleak. It gives a reason to believe that we are not denied a chance to live on. And this is in its own right the beauty of life inspired from a fragile and delicate strand of purity called love. If we choose to love and cherish one another despite our differences and if we choose to believe in the good in people, we will have a reason to want to stay alive. We will be proud to be alive. We will love being alive. I don't mean to belittle the loss of those people who have perished in the n
ame of infamy. But allowing them to remain a hindrance in our lives would be feeding to their loss further. Let their departure be an inspiration, let it be an encouragement of sorts to allow their lives to be cherished and their loss to be of a revelation.
This is a perspective that I thought was worth sharing as I have often been badgered into being more wary of people. As a possibly wise person (lol!) once told me, life is leap of faith =
) Its about having the faith to make a choice. A choice between seeing or discarding the good in life. I choose to see, I want to see and therefore I do and hopefully shall... I thank each and everyone of you for you guidance but this is one instance where I think my stand stays =)
(I won't just throw caution to the wind la- I'll be careful, promise!)
(And for another individual who said that I'm morbidly depressing in so many words... I hope this provides a little sunnier introspect)
Smiles!
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don't believe you.
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