days after

I lay on the bed and opened my eyes. It was still dark. I hadn’t had much sleep but got up.

I wished it had been a bad dream and everything was okay.

I knew it wasn’t and felt overwhelmed.

Once the sun was up, the personnel from the medical equipment company came to pick up the empty bed and the silent oxygen machine. After they left, friends took me to the mortuary to sign papers. I was forced back to reality.

Later that day, though, I stopped to wonder how the sun came up and people went on with their lives as if nothing had happened while my life had turned upside down. I felt alienated and isolated.

That was over four years ago.

Yesterday, I woke up with the similar anxiety and spent the whole day alone depressed. Not because I got what I didn’t want but because I saw the truth – we actually think that some deserve less.

I tried to stay positive; I read other people’s posts and even wrote some humorous pieces, though I felt turned off by my self-absorption and never clicked publish.

I am an optimist and believe that people are inherently good and there are no bad people. We all have sensitivity, empathy, ego and self-righteousness in us, and are capable of balancing them.

When our intellect cannot reason with the irrational, when humility and compassion cannot overcome egotism and bigotry, however, it scares and hurts me.

Why should I even try to comprehend?

Then, I realized that is the exact idea that drives animosity.

I looked at the clock, swept our hairs off the floor and walked the dogs.

I keep living.

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “days after

  1. You are a kind heart and ever so worthy. But there ARE bad people in this world — or at least there are people who do bad things — and we all must steer clear of them insofar as we can. Take care of yourself, and don’t allow the stress of coping with such people make you sick.

    Like

Please leave a message. ご意見、ご感想、お願いします。

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.