Decoding life

 As I see the terror from this side of the world, As the pictures of humanity being marginalized flash in the media, My heart and soul weep the tears of helplessness and plight. I feel exposed, I feel touched. Every inch of my skin burns. It burns on just the thought of women being dragged alive yet dead. I feel the earth below me drift. She drifts. She drifts because the flowers are wilting- her children are crying. They are crying and consoling their parents. They see their mothers breathing but their souls dead and cold. My pride cries. It cries for the men.  For the men whose hands have been folded but eyes wide open. Eyes wide open and filled. Filled with pain. Filled with the pain of being unable to defend their land. Filled with the pain of being unable to stop. To stop the beasts from touching the womb that birthed them. To stop the beasts from touching those whom they promised safety. To stop the beasts from ripping their souls apart. I see their eyes. I see their tea...

 The world is a half and a half. One-half is populated by those who are fortunate enough to have a loving family, supportive friends, a nurturing upbringing, a secure place to call home, regular meals, and sufficient clothing. In stark contrast, the other half may lack some or all of these blessings or surprisingly, may possess all these material comforts, and yet remain ungrateful and discontent. What accounts for this stark divide? In my view, it often stems from experiences of betrayal. People may have been let down by their partners, friends, colleagues, or even, tragically, by their own parents. Expectations we are born with and some that we develop when walking ahead in life and feeling betrayed when the expectations aren't fulfilled leaves you bleak and bazed. Alternatively, the feeling of having nothing to be grateful about might also be rooted in a perpetual sense of restlessness, an insatiable desire for more, or a mind entangled in its own complexities. It may be because...