Endure

“For no matter the power of the Sun, half of the World will always be covered in darkness”. Look beyond your own pain and what do you see? I see the suffering hearts of all those in this World – more than this – there was a woman I once knew who had a face replicating such suffering hearts. In this woman’s face I saw families who've just had the news broken to them that a family member - young or old - has been innocently killed by callous hands; I saw the faces of men, women and children who live in poverty stricken communities across the World whose bodies are being starved to the bone, their eyes too weak to see , their mouths half open because of their body's physical exhaustion; I too saw on her face the hysterical look of men and women who’ve experienced the sight of seeing their family members of all ages down to as young as the freshly born being killed innocently as a result of global conflict. In my heart, the face of this woman turned into a scar – the burden – a realisation for the weight of the World of which I speak. One would forgive me for the isolation which sometimes plagues my demeanour. One would forgive me for wondering why I’m often fixed in deep thought upon the expression seen on my face – so often so, that to smile often becomes oblivious. One would forgive me for why I sometimes lack the words to show I truly do give a damn. I at times wonder the extent of what a man’s heart can truly endure – his family innocently and savagely taken away from him. A woman he loves so deeply, taken away from him in an almost similar manner – for if you take away all that a man’s heart exists to love, what in the World can he remain to live for? I can’t say whether it’s normal that I have such thoughts; some days I don’t, others I do – it’s how I've been raised in the sense of what I’ve seen. I don't yet know what I will do, but above this all, I’m not fighting anymore - only instead being urged. “And so for half the World plagued by darkness; sent was the man who descended from light - so to restore it back to light”.
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You know? I try not to think about those people because when I do, it brings a sickening feeling upon my stomach. I do sometimes dream of visiting those people and giving them a ray of hope that they have never once seen before. A ray of hope that may keep them living a day longer. A ray of hope that might spark a smile on their face one more time. That ray of hope, is another thing that I dream of giving to people.

I'm right there with you, Jose.