... that happened end of August. Ah! And the magic of all those flowers ...
Meanwhile almost four weeks have flown by; since, there has happened quite a lot on this planet quite a few of which you might even have come to "know" as it has been covered in (y)our media.
One daily news you will neither have read in your daily newspaper nor heard elsewhere, though, as being published / told day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, decade by decade that yesterday approximately 30 / 40,000 children have been dying of starvation would be bloody depressing ... well, at least damn boring, would you agree?
Life is difficult enough to thoroughly enjoy, isn't it? If only I think of that the other day a bit too much sea-salt in the tomato soup spoilt my dinner.
Who in our civilised world would be able to care about how many women have been raped in Congo or elsewhere, while I was kept busy with picking plums, for hours? I mean, it's not my or your business. I can't change anything, can I? And neither can you, hm?
Not that I would not feel pity, whenever I come to think of it for some seconds now and then; but that's life, isn't it?
One is getting raped, a second tortured, a third murdered, while I am busy with watching butterflies and (bumble-)bees enjoying their kind of milk and honey that is flowing in Seanhenge, and while you perhaps are struggling with what outfit to choose for tomorrow's dinner party.
Ah, I should not have started this. Did I write 30,000 children per day?
That means, 750,000 children within 25 days, doesn't it? Phew!
Coming to think of it: Isn't it wonderful, magic well-nigh, that despite of this marginal phenomenon not worth to daily make its way into the news, there are living more than eight billion human beings on this wonderful planet, thus about four times more than when I was born, about 20 years more than half a century ago?
Thinking positive - and aren't we told to always think positive?! - we are blessed that day by day 30- / 40,000 children are dying of starvation, aren't we?
Ah, no! Really! See? Such easily a post's content is being manipulated by thoughts about marginal daily phenomenons that are not worth mentioning.
Let alone, that I can be absolutely sure that those who are reading this are able to distinguish cynism from sarcasm, it's a great relief to know that most of those poor? nameless? anyway: unnamed creatures - and I am not talking about those 40,000 children who day by day are leaving this planet to enjoy life in this or that paradise, depending of the god their still somehow surviving parents are made to believe in - are analphabets.
In this sense.
A most joyous week to those
able to read.
May your god bless you,
and if it (read: your god) were the head of a dead sardine.
Enjoy
the peace of the night ...
in which - provided you are sleeping eight hours - approximately some more than 10,000 children are dying of starvation.
Ouch. We can do a little. And I try, knowing that my efforts are a tiny drop in a very large bucket.
ReplyDeleteAh, Sue, of course "we" can do a little. And quite a few people do. However, by chance reading this post from 2009 again I thought: 'Fourteen years later, it's as topical as ever'. Which is why I reposted it.
DeleteDid you follow the link?
Què complicat és aquest món!.
ReplyDeleteParlem de fam quan es gasten milions en armament i en mil històries que no serveixen de res. El món està molt mal repartit i encara que sigui (per nosaltres) molt poca l'ajuda que podem oferir, una mica de part de tots potser pugui aconseguir canviar totes aquestes coses. I no parlo d'ajuda econòmica només, també anar canviant o fent qüestionar l'opinió d'aquells que ni tan sols tenen ni un segon de les seves privilegiades vides, en pensar amb aquest problemes; que no són només els seus problemes, també són nostres.
Aferradetes, Sean.
Optimism is the only ism I might build a temple for, and yes: I do so much like the idea that a little bit of help from all of us might be able to change everything for a better, alone ... I am not optimistic ...
DeleteUnfortunately we live in a cruel world. Lots of people more interested in lining their pockets, consumerism out of control and no time to think about others and their problems. Sad commentary on human existence in the 21st century and it's only going to get worse.
ReplyDeleteI think I will be allowed to die gratefully, but when I think of the future of my grandchildren ...
DeleteMy heart aches to think of it, and I do think of it, and like EC, I try to do as much as I can, and sometimes more.
ReplyDeleteThe fact that my family has been one of the hungry ones in the past, and we are now blessed not to be, gives me pause often.
You and Sue are very special. I admire both of you.
DeleteSo you have Irish roots?