I feel burnt; totally burnt.
The weather today has been nothing short of hellish; the sun was blazing, not a single wisp of cloud was in the sky; not the slightest breeze; the glare pound us from above and the heat from the floor roasted our feet from within the shoes.
After three hours of basketball, we can hardly move. The only thing that kept us moving was the desire to finish what we started; the knowledge that we have did this before and that we still can do so, and are capable of this and so much more...
All these seemed so familiar...
the merciless sun...
the dry heat...
the blinding glare...
our very own aching limbs....
our very own lungs bursting within our chests...
our parched throats...
our sore feet...
all seemed to be taken from pages of our personal history....
it felt as if we are sixteen again.
But what a price to pay just to feel young...
Seated facing the rest of the passengers on a bus below the mobile TV during a comedy slot, I am convinced that the world is a place full of happy people and I am the only unhappy person.
I am not sure if what I am about to write is the product of my thoughts or if I read them somewhere before. As I was dressing to go to work the other day, I realized how hard it is to be kind to those luckier than we are. We think of them as already privileged, already provided for, already in a comfortable state of existence.....
Their complaints about life seemed to magnify our own suffering, and their misery seems to make a mockery of our relative poverty. And in the light of our inflated troubles, their pain seems insignificant and minute. We tend to think of them as spoilt brats who are unable to appreciate what they have.
But somehow we have forgotten that our own ego and our jealous sense of injustice have blinded us, not allowing us to appreciate that they, as we are, are human beings who have feelings and emotions too. And that being rich or goodlooking or talented does not change that fact....
