The Disposables
If any of us are asking themselves “why is this world such a bad place to live” I think it would be wise if we’d all just let it go.
Tonight I was reminded why some people suffer and others blossom, some starve and others pat their fat bellies. I always hoped it was a factor that could one way or another could be controlled, influenced, shaped, but recent events are just… obnoxiously obvious and relevant for the answer. It’s simple — the lack of honor within the people is what makes life such a pleasant practice. Not the care for the self, but the lack of care for the others.
Mother Entropy made that this weekend would be the LiveAid weekend. What LiveAid is about is a campaign for helping out the sub-saharan african countries which live in dead-on poverty. The goal of LiveAid was to sensitize the G8 participants into wiping out the debts of those countries and helping them out into making poverty history. The way LiveAid tried to achieve this was by a series of simultaneous concerts in various locations over the world where they could get close the people and tell them what problems do africans endure.
As one artist participating put it, today’s practice is something like you’re sick in a hospital and Bill Gates comes to visit you and tells you “hey I know you have problems, but I really need those 20 bucks I lend you” and it’s pretty much true.
But that’s not what this post is about and maybe what I just saw on TV and on the internet got me into this state which I haven’t experienced for quite a while now, but I’ve always appreciated heroes. I always made an effort to see the hero in the normal individual of today’s society, to see the little things that shed us apart from faded gray scratches on the back of a spitting pot. A man that faces it’s problems everyday with strength and honor, without ever thinking of giving up, that’s a hero. And heroes are all around us. But the others… Some of those others fall into the second category.. the people who feel they cannot go on any more and seek help among their fellows. There is nothing bad or dishonorable into asking for help, it’s also a sign of bravery and determination after all. But we’re not all heroes or these normal individuals. There’s also another category. The Others I named it.
These Others are the most miserable beings to ever walk the face of the earth. They are the source of mostly everything that’s bad and evil around us.. Their plague spreads like no other and it relies on one sole thing: the lack of care for the ones around. For these Others there is nothing more than a narrow future ahead of them — their future. They see nothing else but their path which intersects no other. And if it happens to, they will make sure that it won’t bother them too much. They lie and cheat and do whatever it takes just to be ahead of everyone. And their sole way to do this is by disrespecting everyone around. They feel no pain, no remorse and have no conscience. Honor is a word that doesn’t exist for them. They are the Disposables.
I have regretfully realised that I have such acquaintances. I was hoping for something else but, as always, if there’s something bad possible to happen, it will, undoubtly. I tried to push all of them as far as I could years ago and all it got me was to remain with no friends at all. I considered a mistake must’ve been made and a second chance was to be allowed to exist. It did and it proved me again that most of those around cannot — or will not — accept their quest and fight their problems. It’s always so much easier to commit a fraud and pat themselves on the back of the great winner they are.
This cannot stop reminding me of the old joke with the barrier in the capitalist world: the vultures fly above it, the pigs crawl beneath it, only the ass sits near it and waits for it to go up. And I cannot concieve why choose to become a pig when a vulture is so much more noble.
