Today, I saw a man cry. A man ! A GOOD man. A person who wished no ill on anyone and helped everyone. Personal problems pushed him against the wall into a pit of despair. All around he see nothing but darkness; no beam of light or a rope to hang on to. It saddens me to see such things happen to good, god fearing people. The person in question sacrificed a lot in order to get his bit of the American dream. Fighting battles at every nook and corner. Battles with unresponsive people, battles in the mind and even battles against faith in GOD. Smoke and Alcohol seemed the only reprieve. Each day he sits by the window puffing smoke into the air wishing life would soon pass; the cold winds would make way for warmer days. Hoping the smoke would carry away in its dense fumes the problems in his life. Hope.
Many of you may stereotype him as the archetypal looser who gave up on life too early. But you know that thing about life
“ life lives, life dies. life laughs, life cries. life gives up and life tries. but life looks different through everyone’s eyes.”
Such are the horror tales from the bench. Life is tough.
I started out writing something funny about how cartman appeared in my dream or something but for the scenes unfolding before my eyes, I cudn’t think funny. It is difficult to remain insensitive.
On a personal note the past one year has been an emotional rollercoaster with no stops in sight. And when I see scenes like the one today unfold before me I again thank the heavens for all the opportunities that have been given to me and strive to make the best of them. Never take what you have for granted : Family,Friends, Love, Health, Money and Cartman. Cuz you never know when one day you’ll wake up to not having one or all of them.
“Benjamin, we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?” – Mrs. Maple, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Don’t let this be your case.
Don’t Quit – by John Greenleaf Whittier
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out,
Dont’ give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
For all the sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"