Someone’s cried over the city. Its dotted with forgotten yesterdays and worsening tomorrows. No one is presumptuous enough to reckon that life will ever be the same, or that any sort of sanity will return anytime soon. Hours of packing and volunteering, giving blood, chasing after people for donations, it all seems so futile in the larger context of things. Im exhausted, the flickering tv has been abandoned, I don’t want to know the death toll, I don’t want to hear another helpless story.
Why?
Because its profoundly troubling that I cant do anything about it. Its an odd sort of humbling experience, you cant blame anyone, you cant accuse anyone. Things happen, and all of a sudden, your not as invincible as you thought you were. There will always be things bigger than you. I guess you just have to search for meaning, in a nation that is groping for anything that resembles hope.
There’s is no ray of light, no end of the tunnel, no silver lining.
When did it all get so grey?
I need hope, I need someone to tell me that it will be ok, that everything happens for a reason. I need to be fed lies, anything that will make it all seem worthwhile again.
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I cant say everything is worthwhile, nor can I stand by the arguement that everything has meaning.
But the truth of the matter is, this is life. Uncertain and Unforgiving.
There once was a nation that suffered from a serious Identity crisis. The old were forever caught in the idealism of a society that they had broken away from because of inconquerable differences. And the young were seduced by the promise of self gratifying ideologies exported from lands less conrticted by moral and religious obligations.
But then the land beneath thier feet burped and left them reeling from the release. And in teh stench of maggot ridden corpses, they found a reason to band together, for the first time, as a nation, and to pursue an edict that holds true in religion as well as in society.
They hunkered down and they stood shoulder to shoulder and they showed young and old alike that when the shit hits the fan, we flock together to clean it.
For the first time since its inception, this nation of vagabonds and cut throats and narcissists found reason enogh to claim redemption.
And baby, if the redemption of a nation ain't a silver lining, i must be blind.
For rest assured, even as teh death toll mounts, Pakistanis have been redeemed. God threw us for a loop and we stood up to the task and we showed him that we are indeed built in his image.
Feel the pride surge through your viens kiddo, for amongst the greatest we have to offer, you have proven yourself as greater still.
From all the people this calamity has brought up to be proud of, a rebelling teenager who took to the streets, and set aside her age related anxities to collect rations for a people she doesn't even know and probably never will, makes me the proudest.
^^^^
ditto :)
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