|Posted by Nikki Yeager on January 13, 2010 at 3:08 PM|
In English- I'm sorry.
Because I know your country already has more than its share of problems, your citizens already cracking under the pressure of poverty. There are kidnappings, rape, violence, pain, instability.Maybe it's the fact I'm doing a huge piece of art based on genocide right now, but my pain for human suffering has been amplified to a million over the last month and every story I hear about another 100 deaths in Port-Au-Prince means another 100 tears fall down my cheeks.
Mwen pa konprann.
I don't understand. And it's not just Haiti. It's murder and death and dying. I attribute my overwhelming happiness to the fact I can wholeheartedly feel an emotion with every ounce of my body. I can empathize and sympathize, I can enjoy your enjoyment. And I can feel your pain.Boy, can I feel your pain.
Pou konben tan?
How long? How long will this go on for? Death after death, life after life. All of them ending too soon and all of them halfway fulfilled (if even so much). I'd love to eloquently describe the thoughts in my head and make everyone understand (why don't you understand?) but for once my verbosity falls short. I'm empty handed. Empty headed.
I hurt for all the hurt in the world.
Please. Please stop for a moment and consider everything there is in the world. Consider the 1/3 of the Cambodian population that was violently and unceremoniously murdered about 30 years ago. Consider the 230,000 people who died in 14 counties during the 2004 tsunami. Consider the dozens of children who are beaten to the edge of death in the United States every year.
Consider the Haitians.
Then accept it; it happens. People suffer. And no, no amount of volunteer work or well wishing will ever change that. The earth will still quake and poverty will still occur. The fact is, the world goes round and some sides go up while others go down. People will continue to perish and lives will continue to sink.
Mwen Regret Sa
I'm sorry, but nothing we do will eradicate the pain. Sometimes the only thing to do is cry. Let their suffering become yours- feel it- appreciate it for the intensity it holds. Then let it go and experience the joy. For the sake of all the people who can't - enjoy it all and be thankful for every day of happiness you're given. So many people never have the chance.