Dilemma Central

Often, I get dragged in to matters that don't concern me. And this happens only because I care for people without practical bounds of reason. While this hasn't gotten me in to trouble, its left my mind in a bit of a turmoil. I know both sides of the struggle. I know two kinds of pain. I know desperation and I know delusion. Even when I know of that thin strand that connects these two, my mind is still in turmoil. And I don't see any way out of this.

It is so much easier to handle things when the pain is yours. When dealing with others, personal boundaries start to blur. Emotion clouds intellect. Practical reasoning is now a road left unused. How does one, who is none of the two, manage three perspectives, and manage to fix things? All I know is that I am the man for the job because I know I wont give up.

A wise little girl once told me, "If you can bring a single ray of sunshine in to the lives of someone in the dark, that light is enough to light up the nine worlds above and below." God bless her and her spirit because it is teaching me something new everyday.

Like Edna St. Vincent Millay said,

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!

Hope

Ironic it is that my next post would be all about hope and survival. I had just written about the end of all hope. An old lady I know suffered a serious accident and she is fighting for her life in the hospital. I've heard of people who put an end to their life because of trivial things like trying to prove a point or simply just giving up because there was nothing else to try. I wish there was someone to tell them there still was hope.

When she was in the hospital, she needed help. When I tried asking for help at work, the response I got was overwhelming. Almost everyone who was eligible to help tried their best. We tend to think that people have become more self-centered and insensitive. But that is not the case. People who care still exist.

You need some more proof that hope exists? Ask the parents whose only son battled for his life after being hit by train. Ask the student who works untiringly from three in the morning till midnight to fight and earn what he wants. Ask the social workers who leave their comfortable lives and go and help the poor and helpless. Ask the old begger who survives just by begging for food. Her life centers around hope.

Hope is eternal. Hope stems from the determination to fight. When you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires to help you achieve it. Hope. Just Hope.