Wednesday, March 30, 2005
A world of pain
As I was ironing my pants this morning, Gracie was sitting on our bed. The morning news was on and for whatever reason, the news caster, who was talking about the thousand feared dead in Indonesia because of the recent earth quake had caught her attention. I watched her for a minute as she stared at the TV and the images of the fallen shacks. I finally said to her, “ get use to it, we live in a world of pain.”
I have been thinking about something I read last week. In this book I am reading, the author talks about a friend of hers, who has a mother who is an alcoholic. She goes on to say how the friend learned to work around her alcoholic mother. Kinda like rats in a cage, where if the button or lever shocks them, they eventually learn to work around the lever, avoiding shock.
Does this in anyway apply to us as humans? Have we learned to work around the injustices, pain, chaos, and destruction of our cage? Have you noticed that we have a tendency of turning pain and death into something romantic with cool poems and songs? Or worse yet, minimize it with stupid cliche' or even more worse, just ignore it completely? I said not to long ago that without darkens there is no light and without no sadness there is no happiness. But is that really true. Do we need the bad to contour the good as a contrast in order to see and enjoy the good? If I have really felt the effects of a true tragedy would I say the same? I think not.
“What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger?” right?
Shame on us for saying such cliche' things……….. Shame on me.
As I was ironing my pants this morning, Gracie was sitting on our bed. The morning news was on and for whatever reason, the news caster, who was talking about the thousand feared dead in Indonesia because of the recent earth quake had caught her attention. I watched her for a minute as she stared at the TV and the images of the fallen shacks. I finally said to her, “ get use to it, we live in a world of pain.”
I have been thinking about something I read last week. In this book I am reading, the author talks about a friend of hers, who has a mother who is an alcoholic. She goes on to say how the friend learned to work around her alcoholic mother. Kinda like rats in a cage, where if the button or lever shocks them, they eventually learn to work around the lever, avoiding shock.
Does this in anyway apply to us as humans? Have we learned to work around the injustices, pain, chaos, and destruction of our cage? Have you noticed that we have a tendency of turning pain and death into something romantic with cool poems and songs? Or worse yet, minimize it with stupid cliche' or even more worse, just ignore it completely? I said not to long ago that without darkens there is no light and without no sadness there is no happiness. But is that really true. Do we need the bad to contour the good as a contrast in order to see and enjoy the good? If I have really felt the effects of a true tragedy would I say the same? I think not.
“What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger?” right?
Shame on us for saying such cliche' things……….. Shame on me.
