The Help

There are things in this world we ignore because it is better, it feels better to rather deny the existence of such things. Sometimes the easiest would be to say, "It is not my concern." What is our concern then? We drive to work and see cars upon cars stuck in traffic, not to mention the amount of pedestrians and public transport users. What about all those people around you, how many of them concerns you? The answer is easy, not many because if we have to worry about everyone how would we be?

A day that does concern me is the day we visit the drugstore. This is the day that we go and fetch all my medication. I am not afraid to say that I have bipolar disorder and need medicine each day.

 If you are rolling your eyes right now I can understand why because funny enough the first words that always comes up is Crazy in the head.Well here is the thing, I have come to terms with it and it is under complete control due to the help I receive not only physically but also emotionally. I did not mention this to ask  for sympathy or loads of comments on how difficult it must be, I mentioned it cause my visit during month end shocks me. There they are, all the people from the cars, the pedestrians and the public transport users, all waiting for their monthly fix. And it shocks me cause almost every one of them has it these days, the antidepressant, something few knows about because it concerns only you. 

What has the world become? A place where we fight for survival by just keeping it cool, helping to take the edge off? This is happening because of how everything changes so rapidly that most of the time we can't keep up. Companies restructure, implementation of change, work load, customers, our relationships and even those that are looking for work. What happens to them in this economy? They don't have all the luxuries of being treated and having medicine adjusted when it is needed. Most of the time some does not even have access to medicine at all, they get what they can to help.

Yes that is when it concerns me, the moment you realize we all have a need, some have a want and for some it is non negotiable. We are all waiting for more and more passengers to get on the boat, to joins us as we prepare to sail facing weather that is unlikely to ever change.

 In the end it is private and yes it is none of our concern but at least on one day for two minutes stop and think about it, you are not the only one, there are others out there, others that walks life in the light and those who walks it in the dark. 

Turning away

Somewhere in between all the hustle of daily life and living in difference lies a road undiscovered by so many. This road lies hidden within City streets and busy Coffee shops, the signs outside clearly shouting " under construction". We walk by them every day of our lives, we see the progress of the construction in newspaper headlines, magazine columns and yes we even watch it on the news, but for some reason the truth remains a lie to us, we are blind.

 Is it a choice we make to ignore the destruction of so many children's lives, or have we just accepted like everything else in our lives that it is normal. What is normal these days? A guy so drunk he can hardly walk is normal, a man beating his wife is considered normal, a child prowling the streets for money and drugs, that too has unfortunately become a normality we can no longer control or ignore.

Why does this happen? Yes there is a lot of factors that influences this, but the main root of all of this starts with us, yes us the many people who walk away or parents that has no time.

A few years back i heard a conversation between a father and son, the father dressed ever so corporate just simply told the child that he has work to do, he smiled and gave the child money, and I am not talking small money, I watched as the child rushed without even so much as a thank you. skipping happily towards the games arcade. Always you hear mothers discussing the drug abuse of their children, mothers even claiming that their children has been using drugs for years before they found out. Her child, the baby she gave birth too has turned into a monster, another addict statistic.

We as people have replaced our responsibilities with substitutes, we have gathered new ways to communicate with those around us, and all these new ways has become the very wall that keeps us from being actively involved in the lives of the many.If you remain a spectator walking by a horrid construction site, i can guarantee that you will miss the road less traveled  and might even miss the line that could have saved one child's life, and sooner or later it might be you trying to find that road you ignored for so long. 

We all need to stop trying to see what the building will eventually look like and help the many others out there to destroy it.