Deep and superficial
Sometimes just sitting outside the hospital room is the biggest awakening and moment of truth that one can experience. One can look at the realities and dwell on the fluffs that are necessary to keep hope alive, to live life, to keep the smile going and to do things without thinking of the inevitable. Yes, maya is probably a necessary thing without which life can be very difficult.
And then you come out, push that reality of oneday to make space, have dinner with visitors to the town. But you are not unaffected. The showoff of a Coach, the craving for a Louis Vuitton, the happiness with dresses, bags, shoes all seem like children toys keeping grown-up children happy - the casual flings ,'You know we had it when we were in Russia..... Singapore Quai is happening, Jungfrau is ....' and the talks space you out.... the shows appear so meaningless to you... yet for aspiring developing country citizens probably that aspiration is what spurs growth, etc.
But it still seems futile as the picture of a man struggling to understand 'what are my limits now - can I walk, can I hold a glass without my hand shaking the damn water out - can I eat fun food - am I left an invalid?' floats up in front of your eyes and you want the frivolities to go, you want the Coach-aspirants to see and enjoy what they have - but you cannot. No one can till a force greater than you decides to show it to them. It's beyond us, it's not upto us.
posted by Tuya @ 08:51
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