OUR HARSH AND BRUTAL WORLD
The utter helplessness I feel sometimes
when faced with life’s situations has made me realise that we live in
a brutal and harsh world.
What kind of a world are we
actually leaving for our children…a world full of cruelty, struggle, failure,
doubts and sorrow, a world so hard, you wonder what the point of it all is.
Every day that I drop off my son
at the school bus stop, I question the wisdom of sending him off all alone into
this world I sometimes am petrified of myself. Today when I saw an older child lashing out at
my little baby in the bus, all I could do was watch helplessly as the bus drove
away. My little one is all of 4 years and he has already been pushed by the
world and his family into a path of hardships and pain.
Life is tough
and full of risks. There is always that person around the bend, who is judging
you, trying to pull you down, gossip about you, deride your achievements, cheat
you, make you feel worthless and scare you into believing that you are all
alone. Is it all worth it?
Hardships in life can overwhelm
us, engulf our very souls, and devastate us, leaving us bereft and deprived of
all humanity, leaving us willing to do everything that makes our lives that
much more easy and comfortable. All of us have the capability to be hurtful and
mean. Good intentions notwithstanding, we all have the potential to be
completely self-absorbed, self-centred and cruel people, when we think it is
necessary and it suits us.
Our children, born with innocent souls,
learn from us and then later see for themselves that the world is not as easy
and comfortable to live in as their parents made them believe, harden and
shrink their soft hearts, waking up to the harsh reality of their lives.
What should I tell my children
when faced with unfairness and unjust and cruel behaviour, they break down in
my arms and tell me they don’t want to make friends or face the world? With
tears in my eyes all I can think of are the times, I myself have faced similar moments.
I have survived, yes, but am I
the same person I could have been, we all could have been, if the world was a
better place. Will our children be able
to survive and become stronger individuals, realising that the meaning of life
is not just to survive but to actually live life, taking risks, getting hurt,
and that life is all about, loss, lessons and the little triumphs and victories
we score every moment.
Will I be able to teach them that time
and experience build our character and spirit? Will I be able to set an
example for them by showing them that each time you are knocked down to your
knees, you have to get back up, stand up, keep learning, pressing forward stronger,
with a better understanding and respect for life.
I have to first teach myself to
be strong and keep the faith and that it will all be worth it in the end.
If we could just remember the following words I read on another blog, our lives
would be so much simpler and happier.
“And remember, it’s not that those who are strong never get weak in the
knees, or that they never hold their breath before they embark… It’s that
while their knees are shaking, they force themselves to breathe and take the
first step.
As Henry David Thoreau once said, “When it’s time to die, let us not
discover that we have never lived.”
Living is a risk. Happiness is a risk.
If you’re not a little scared sometimes, then you’re not doing it right.
Don’t worry about mistakes and failures, worry about what you’re giving up when
you don’t even try.”
I enjoy reading it... Very contemplative indeed..yes.. I think we are exactly the way we are because of our environment and choices we made based on how we were brought up..Keep doing your part well the way you are doing and rest will take care of itself... God bless your efforts and the little angels..
ReplyDeleteAnd for me happiness is not a risk..it is a choice.. which demands courage..
RS