Life is funny.
I wrote my last post. A few hours later I decided to check my email.
My friend Sam sent me an email with this picture. And I've also added what was written with it.
Life is funny. Sometimes life is forced into perspective by the simple. Recently I told Deb that life is too short to let stupid people upset you. I should take my own advice. We get so caught up in the toxic things in daily life. The stupid things, how we feel, how we think the world should be. The small things that we think are so big. Our stupid petty problems. And the energy that is wasted on them.
And then I see this.
http://www.deviantart.com/view/154583/
The photo in the picture is the "pulitzer prize" winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan Famine. The picture depicts a famine stricken child crawling towards a Unitied Nations food camp, located a kilometer away.
The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat it. This picture shocked the whole world. Now one knows what happened to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photograph was taken.
Three months later he committed suicide due to depression.
This was found in his diary ,
"Dear God, I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be. I pray that He will protect this little boy, guide and deliver him away from his misery. I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests. I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted. "
I'm still angry.
But my perspective is changing. Drastically.
How could it not?
Royce, tonight I am resting in my spiritual journey. I want to rest with you.
If I rest enough maybe I will be strong enough to fly.
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In some areas of Afghanastan before the US/Al-Queda war people were so famished they would mix locusts with dirt and eat them. The US was the largest supplier of food aid in the world, but Al-Queda would either poison the food drops or tell the people they were poisoned ( I have read both versions ). Here is the sad part, Doctors Without Borders reported that in some rural villages over half of the children were missing limbs because they would dig up Soviet mines for the scrap metal, basically you have a 50/50 chance of getting something to eat for the family or loosing a limb.
I got your email and forwarded it on. I tried to msn you tonight. I have had a hell of a couple of weeks. I need to come see you. I am depressed. I am angry and I feel alone. Tonight my car died, nearly in the middle of an intersection (think Mill and Baseline). 2 nice men helped me push it through, around a corner and then I sat in the car, out of breath because the gym I am signed up with closes at 7 and I got off work at 8:15 tonight. And I am out of shape. I called my roadside and they said that they could call a towtruck but that it would only tow me one place, I'd have to pay for another. So I said to tow me to an auto shop nearby and tried to call a friend for help. Nobody answered. And I sat there in the dark, alone in my car with all my crap all over the car because I threw it all trying to push the damn thing and I just started to cry because I could not feel more alone. I am so tired. I really am. And I know you know what I mean. I am tired. I don't want to be taken for granted at work, or outside work, and I want someone who will pick up the phone when I call because I need help. My phone died and I walked to a pay phone and called my brother and he finally answered and came and got me, got the car started even and helped me get it to the store where it sits. My only means of transport and I am the only person in charge of a sinking ship at my work tomorrow. They have fired a person a week for 3 weeks now. There is chaos in my home, and in my work and now I have to depend on someone, I don't know who, to get me to said job so I can be taken advantage of there. I am so TIRED! Why the fuck do I try? Why do I give a shit about other people? Because, and I realize I'm creating my own fucking pity party right now, yes, yes I do so anyone that's going to tell me that, or that's thinking of that - fuck you. I know. But I am tired of being the nice person who gets shit on. My mother tells me I have become a bitter woman. Well, you know why? Because of all the bullshit I've put up with for my entire life. And you of all people know what I mean. So, yeah. I'm glad you think of me. I miss you and I sure do wish you'd been online tonight. But thanks for letting me vent. nic
Spread those wings- Baby! Breathe, relax, be close to the one you love. Connect.
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