War, Famine, Pestilence, And Broken Hearts
In the world today, it is hard to ignore what is going on around us. If we don't know about the disaster in Japan, Haiti or Chile, we certainly know about the conflict in Libya. If we don't know about Libya, then perhaps we've heard about Syria. No? Even if among us we don't know of the international conflicts and trials that are occurring each minute, we surely cannot be blind to local ones -the tornadoes perhaps?
All of these - wars, famines, pestilences - have one thing in common and that is leaving people behind with broken hearts left to pick up the pieces. How many pictures on CNN or the BBC have I seen of little ones crying because they can't find their mother after a bombing destroyed what was left of their house? How many times do I hear a wailing mother holding the lifeless body of her child after a natural disaster has struck? Yet these pictures which are so often flashed before my eyes have dulled my senses somewhat. The fact that everyday some of mankind suffers, and weeps, and pleads, and everyday some of mankind laughs and rejoices, jests and pokes fun, is a normal occurrence of life. It has been happening since man came upon this earth.
When a loved one dies, the entire world does not turn dark. People still go about their everyday business. They pay bills, they go to lunch, they laugh, they eat and all the while, the one in grief wants to scream out, "Don't you care? Doesn't anyone?"
And that is how it feels doesn't it? Like the world won't stop for you or for your lost loved one? If you have ever felt that way you will understand what I mean. If you have ever felt that way then realize, that others have felt it too.
The loss of a child is a devastating one. It matters not who you are where you are from, once you are a parent and you have lost a child, you know that it is one of the most painful things that a person could go through. Yet are these things taken into consideration when wars are decided? Does man not realize still the damage he inflicts on himself?
Why is it so easy to hurt others, yet unacceptable that we be hurt? How can we as people expect mercy when we ourselves do not give it? I don't have these answers as I am not privy to the workings of every mind on this earth. It seems like just as a heart gets mended another gets broken and sometimes broken deliberately.
After every disaster, whatever it may be, people come in to help the survivors pick up the pieces. And life goes on. Like ants we build back our nests until the day arrives when they are broken down again. Only thing is, I don't know that ants turn on each other. Do they?