Reflections on time and life
Reflections on time and life
This year I have had a problem with my hands which has turned out to be carpal tunnel syndrome. I will be having operations on them in November. Then after a short time I expect to be back to normal health. I am not writing about this issue. There are many informative hubs if anyone wants to find out about it.
The reason I am writing this hub is to put things into perspective. I have not written anything for a while because I had been advised not to type as this is one of the reasons for getting this condition. But lately I have found that it is not as painful to type as it is to clean the house or iron clothes. After an hour cleaning my hands feel as if they have been subject to blows by something metal.
After indulging in a bout of self pity I have looked around and realised that my problem is really nothing compared to what others have to suffer.
For instance, in Pakistan. This is a country which I hold dear because of the good memories of time spent there. The people are good and I experienced only respect and friendliness while I was there. Now so many of them are suffering from floods. It is not possible to believe that something so horrendous has happened. Every year there are monsoons and even floods, but that they could cause such havoc, kill so many and destroy so much. I look at the news and read the papers online from Pakistan and it is like a nightmare. I am here in comfort looking at this, what kind of nightmare is it for the people themselves, right in the middle of it? Even among all this suffering and death, new life is born. Babies are born every day, even in the middle of the floods. I read a report of a man who tied his baby to a tree to save it from the water even as he was dying in the flood.
And in the middle of this misery, there are still suicide bombers blowing themselves up. How can anyone believe that these people are Muslims? The ones who send these bombers out are hardly even to be classed as human. They are like empty husks. There is nothing of worth in them.
I read about the bomb attacks in Lahore on 1 September and the people in their fury attacked the police because they believe that they are not doing their job properly. The people are beginning to fight back against all the corruption. Times seem to be changing. There are too many suffering miseries because of disaster and corruption and they have had enough.
I have read reports that the militant outfits are helping flood victims with aid and there is a fear that they will get support because of this. I don´t think so because the Pakistani people have suffered so much over the past few years from terrorism and natural catastrophes that their patience has worn thin and they are not likely to tolerate any more. They are decent, hard working people and I hope and pray that soon things will improve for them.
It will take a while for the flood victims to recover but there are people all over the world who are giving their support in the only way they can and that is by donating money. I only hope that the money given so generously will reach the intended people.
Alongside all these tragedies, life is going on for the rest of us. We go to work, eat, sleep, enjoy our lives, even though someone, somewhere is suffering or mourning the death of a loved one.
Time is a healer we are told. Life goes on. It does indeed. Time and life are always rushing forward, we do not even notice how fast they are going. Then one day we are standing there, and there is no more time or life left, for us.
We need to grasp them strongly in our hands and make sure that we use them wisely and not waste them. We only have them once.
- Flood Disaster In Pakistan
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