When I wake up many mornings, I realize that am alive and many times I say a brief thank you to the God of my life. If you are like me, that realization comes to you almost every day although you realize it differently. For some people it’s manifested by thinking of the many things that they have to do that day, the breathing of a spouse beside them, or the sound of the birds dropping into their ears. We all have s a way of realizing that we are alive for the day. This realization presents us with another, even more important, realization, the fact that we all are pulled or pushed or both by something. The reason for our awaking each morning. Many times we celebrate this pull or push, we are proud of it, there are also days when we don’t, when we simply loath it.
But there are people that we come across and we wonder what keeps them going. They seem so helpless down there at the bottom of the life chain. Sometimes I find children they are growing behind the very curtains of civilization and normal development. To me they seem oblivious of the very factors that affect their existence, the politics, the entertainment, the education and health and those other factors that have shaped life as the rest of us know it. Young men who have summarized their own lives to the nature of lives that their fathers that have lived. Women that are ignorant of the fact that the beauty of a woman can be better revealed, who go around their business without paying any business to their appearances or conduct. And the so many things that surround those societies.
When I look at those people I am saddened by how little their chance at life is, I can almost tell what type of men the boys will be by just looking at their fathers and the comparison is very disheartening. In those moments I realize just how many opportunities I have had all my life and how worse it would have been if we were in the feet of those that we tower above. They are so different in time and opportunity and the difference creates almost two separate worlds.
Life as we know it can be very varied, from one location to another. When we find societies that have nothing appealing to us, men and women whose lives, whose comfort we would give all to avoid, we are forced to reflect on our lives. But do we ever wonder why these people seem so happy in the pits that we assume they lay, do we ever see the hope in the eyes of the children, the need to please in the eyes of the young men and women? I think we don’t, I think we are so absorbed by the nature of our own lives that we have not found beauty in those lives that we deem inferior to ours.
The truth is that the men in those communities also, find the women attractive, and that the young fall in love, the women also wonder if they are still attractive to their men and take the effort to raise their children in the way that’s right. When we think of life is beautiful on any coast as long as we set our hearts to see the beauty that comes to us every morning and in the day.
There is beauty in work greater than money, there is satisfaction in a woman greater than her beauty, the confidence of a ready and steady companion and helper, and there is joy in raising a child greater than making a lawyer out of them. You see my friend, and then I realize that the rest of us have skipped the safe point of true happiness, the point where we just have to look where we are and derive all the satisfaction. We are upset by the small things, like the internet being slow, while they celebrate the smile of a passing friend, a salutation of a loved one and those small components whose power over our lives is so great.
If we care to look at people and that which surrounds them with a searching eye, we shall learn to appreciate them; we shall learn to realize the presence of God close by. The hug of a dirty child can be so worm when we realize the purity and eagerness with which it’s given. Our lives are easily touched with love and beauty if only we dropped all the complicated standards that we have created around us.
So when you next visit a poor neighbor and the water in served in a broken cup, look up in her face and you will the happiness with which it’s given and you will understand her motives for giving the drink. You will realize that while that’s all she had, it’s not all she has given, she has given her happiness, her attention and that’s what makes her special, the need to give beyond her means.
The moral of this writing is simply this, we are al human and we are all special and that we can see it in all people when we chose to.
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